"Quite the performance, kid. If I didn't have these eyes, I'd probably be squawking and panicking like the rest of these idiots."
Jiang Chen, who was clutching his chest and coughing blood on the ground, felt his heart hammer against his ribs.
He did not move a muscle, but his mind raced. 'Even a peak grade concealment talisman is no good. Who is it? Which one of them saw through me? Or is it someone watching from the sidelines?'
The clone's gaze shifted to the fourth man, the middle aged man with blue eyes who had remained eerily silent. The man suddenly bowed deeply and flicked his wrist, sending a speck of light toward the clone. The clone caught it, and it vanished into its sleeve.
The three who were groveling glanced sideways in confusion.
'This blue eyed bastard knows... I want to kill him!' Jiang Chen's eyes shone darkly.
