"Meng Xinian, I really didn't expect to see you here."
A dark voice echoed in Meng Xinian's ears.
Who?
Who is it?
Meng Xinian found the voice unfamiliar, but felt subconsciously that he should know this person.
He struggled to lift his head, opened his eyes, trying to see clearly.
But he could only vaguely see the other wearing a black felt hat and a black mask, revealing only two eyes.
Moreover, his vision was already drifting, the person in front turned into two, four, constantly wavering.
It wasn't that he underestimated the opponent, but the opponent was well prepared, and everything he possessed was high-end.
Like the poison smoke, and the sharpshooter.
"Hehehe."
The man did not answer his words, but instead laughed quietly, the kind that seemed like a cat catching a mouse, proudly thinking about how to toy with him.
Meng Xinian stumbled and staggered back.
His speed was not fast, his body swayed unsteadily.
