"Mr. Immortal, you are looking for Silvio Reed? Silvio Reed is hard to find."
A Great Grandmaster said with difficulty: "This person is elusive and deceitful. Trying to find him is like searching for a needle in a haystack."
"Exactly!"
"Silvio Reed was once a king, with many talented people under him, and his intelligence network is formidable!"
"It's almost impossible to find him!"
Several Martial Artists echoed.
"Is it really true?" the elder asked.
"Not a single false word!" the man said loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking.
His head exploded directly.
Blood splattered everywhere.
"Since that's the case, what's the use of keeping you alive?"
The elder extended his hand, and the nearby apprentice immediately handed over a handkerchief.
He wiped the blood from his hand and asked again: "Any more questions?"
"No..."
The people on the ground, covered in blood, were all trembling.
Afraid to say a single wrong word or speak too slowly, fearing punishment.
