C917 The Smell of the Grave

When the man was less than thirty meters away from us, I finally understood that the feeling I had just now was not because the surrounding temperature had dropped, but because I felt the killing intent that this person was carrying.

Killing intent, such a heavy killing intent.

This was the only thing I could describe it with.

"Boss, what should we do?" Dahai asked in a low voice.

"Fatty