"Crack!"
A stone shot like a bullet hit the phone. The screen, about to dial a number, instantly went black, shattered into pieces, scattering all over the ground.
A bone-chilling wind swept in instantly, murderous intent materialized.
"Young Master Kuangyan, why struggle in vain?"
A cold voice, akin to a snake's hiss, sounded almost against his neck,
"Hand over the sheepskin scroll, and we can let you die quickly; otherwise... would you like to experience the miserable fate of those killed by [Mask]?"
The special agent suddenly spun around, his right arm shook and trembled, muscles on the flesh bulging in a circle, poised for a hammer strike.
The crimson-gold Finger Tiger instantly erupted with a dazzling golden light, the tadpole-like runes seemed to come alive, rapidly flowing across the metal surface.
The length of the pipe appeared suddenly illuminated.
The tall elder stood firm, a trace of contempt in his eyes.
