C1012 The King of Hell Wants You Dead

Like a cold star, it flashed in the dark night.

Rip.

Lu Faan was like a ghost as he jumped around in the crowd. Immediately after, a man standing at the back of the crowd felt a chill on the back of his head. A bloody hole the size of a thumb bloomed on the back of his head. Fresh blood flowed down like a fountain. His entire body collapsed with a soft thud