Times Have Not Changed, Idiot

"Where's Kang Jinzhu?!"

The blazing roar of the flames was not inferior to the explosion of gunpowder. A terrifying sound wave collided and echoed. The hostages cried out in surprise and covered their ears, their faces revealing fear.

Although this uninvited guest was dressed very strangely, he had killed an extremely ferocious mercenary after all and spoke extremely standard Chinese. He was in a foreign country and had encountered war. Of course, those who spoke Mandarin would let these dangerous and afraid people see a trace of hope.

However, now, they were shocked to discover that the person in front of them was even more terrifying than the mercenaries.

Killing intent, which everyone thought was relatively mysterious and ethereal… actually existed.

It was as if endless blood surged out of this mysterious person's body like a long river that surged and pressed down.

No one dared to look him in the eye.

"…Speak!"