Wu Biao saw Shi Feiyang standing menacingly before him, and although he was alarmed, years of navigating the bloodstained Jianghu had forged in him a fearless, unyielding character.
At this moment, his heart was filled with unwillingness and emptiness. Not only did this brawl fail to gain him any money, but it also cost him the lives of his son and brother, and much of his power was lost.
He clenched his steel teeth, his cheeks bulging, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly with anger and resentment.
A gleam flashed in his eyes as fierce as a hungry wolf staring at its prey, mixed with a hint of despair and desolation.
The pair of Wu Yue Hooks in his hands were raised high, reflecting a cold light under the intense sunlight, like two life-reaping sickles reaching out from the Nine Nether Hell, exuding a chilling aura.
