The man's neck had been twisted a full three hundred and sixty degrees. His eyes bulged with horror at the moment of death.
"Abandon target number one."
The Pope followed the business van, speeding away into the distance.
Chu Hao jumped out of the car. His face was extremely grim. This surprise attack had caught him completely off guard.
As time passed, he finally regained much of his composure. He was surrounded by many onlookers who were pointing and discussing the scene.
"'Young man, are you alright?!' a kind-hearted person asked.
Chu Hao ignored the passerby and left the place, his heart burning with raging fury.
"Whoever you are, you're all going to die."
Chu Hao's anger was unprecedented. If it weren't for the Ghost Servants, he too might have been taken or killed.
No matter what, he had to catch them. They had taken Yi Qinglian, and they had done it right under his nose. To tolerate this would be to castrate his own honor.
