That calm voice carried an indescribable dominance.
"Mu Fan... who is that?"
A mercenary couldn't help but speak, but he abruptly stopped as soon as the words left his mouth.
Because the name seemed somewhat familiar.
"Cruise, why do I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before?" His companion beside him held his shoulder, his brows furrowed tightly.
The few of them exchanged glances.
Indeed, they definitely had heard this name before.
But their long-term muddled lives made their minds slow to react.
Jack instinctively pulled out a pulse gun from beneath the bar counter again.
The scars covering the gun's body couldn't hide its excellent craftsmanship.
The words "Black Fire" were clearly engraved on it.
Black Fire... Shadow Island...
Recalling that formidable force that had risen to prominence in the universe almost instantaneously.
Recalling the substantial missing person notice that had flooded the underground world before the signal was lost.
