"Smiling Demon..."
Jia Liang forced out the four words from his throat, his voice dry and hoarse.
Of course, he had heard of this notorious figure.
This name, within the Noah East Capital Branch, had almost become synonymous with the grim reaper.
Numerous experts within the organization, including cadres of his own level, had fallen to this person's hands.
The bloody massacres flashed rapidly through his mind, finally overlapping with the gruesome, terrifying face before him.
A belated sense of regret flooded his body like a tide.
Jia Liang collapsed to the ground, agony and fear like countless cold hands gripping his heart.
He never would have imagined that he would face this legendary presence here.
If he had known it was this murderer, he should have fled at the first moment instead of foolishly trying to probe the other party's details.
Fang Cheng paid no attention to his turbulent inner thoughts.
