C177 Scar Killer (1)

"Whoosh!"

With a quick step, Li Yan turned behind Lady Murong. His index finger held the mask and with a flick of his wrist, the entire piece of mask was ripped off.

In order to act tough, he did not turn around, nor did he even make any casual movements. He only held the purple mask, and within the brain, the appearance of the Lady Murong could be seen