With a cold glance at the villa reduced to ashes, a gleam of cold light flashed in Zhang Xiaohao's eyes.
Violent palm imprints descended from his palm, pounding aggressively into Bishuiwan.
Boom boom boom...
Three minutes later, Bishuiwan had been blasted into a pile of ruins.
Zhang Xiaohao retracted his Soul Power and glanced at the pitch-black night sky.
He took a step forward, chose a direction, and walked ahead.
Under the night, a solitary figure was seen, holding a wine flask in the left hand and a beggar's chicken in the right. As time passed, the shadow gradually lengthened...
Two hours later.
Zhang Xiaohao stopped at the headquarters of Yiye Building.
He threw the wine flask in his hand downward.
Bang!
The wine flask drew a beautiful arc in the night sky, landed on the ground, and shattered into pieces.
He leisurely took out a tissue to wipe the grease from the corner of his mouth.
Dark night, high winds — a night for killing, satiated, it's time to kill!
