"Heh heh, kid. Ending up in the hands of us three brothers is just your bad luck," one of them sneered.
The other two exchanged a glance and walked toward Lin Mu together.
"Is that so?"
Lin Mu slowly shook his head. In the next moment, his figure blurred, and he instantly appeared before the two men. He reached out and clasped both their necks.
"Is this what you call bad luck?" Lin Mu asked with a faint smile. "I don't think it's anything special."
The two men's faces drained of color, their eyes filling with terror.
"You—"
CRACK!
Lin Mu couldn't be bothered with their nonsense. He squeezed his hands, instantly ending their lives.
THUD!
Tossing the bodies carelessly to the ground, Lin Mu looked at the last man. "Speak. Who sent you?"
The man looked at his companions' corpses, his face ashen and his heart filled with terror. The man before him had effortlessly killed two people without a change in expression. He was like a Devil.
"I..."
