Hajir gritted his teeth as cold sweat dripped from his forehead, but his gaze remained locked on Lin Kuang. He absolutely refused to believe that Lin Kuang was an ordinary man. Such ruthlessness, such clean efficiency—this was definitely not something an ordinary expert could accomplish!
"Who on earth are you?" Hajir demanded through clenched teeth.
"Do I need to tell you?" Lin Kuang asked with a smile, standing before him.
Hearing this, Hajir's expression shifted, his eyes filled with disbelief. He asked again, "Who are you?!"
Seeing this, Lin Kuang shook his head helplessly. "Since you're so desperate to know, I'll tell you. In Europe, many pretenders use my title: the King of the Underworld."
