C67 Kill

Article 67, intercept.

After walking a few hundred steps forward, the noise in his ears suddenly quieted down. Zifeng's footsteps halted abruptly, and an ominous feeling emerged in his heart. Sure enough, in his field of vision, there was a figure slowly enlarging. He was a middle-aged man in black clothes, and his face was covered in scars. He looked indescribably ferocious