At that moment, the blood in his body flowed backward, and the coldness was bone-piercing.
"Normally, you should be dead by now, senior." Si Huang kept his knife and glanced at a special symbol on his camouflage uniform. It was a light gray tattoo. Without saying anything else, Si Huang turned around and left.
That glance made the man's face turn even uglier. It turned from purple-red to pale white, and finally turned into a hint of defeat.
He reached out to wipe the blood from his neck and muttered to himself, This time, he had lost a lot of face! Where did this little monster come from?"
The cold sweat on his back, which had been stimulated by the moment of death, had yet to dry up. The man in camouflage turned on the wireless earpiece and said weakly into the phone," Mission 03 failed."
