Chapter 1208: Murderous Intent

Standing at 168 cm, his height wasn't particularly impressive, but his sturdy build easily conjured the image of a traditional, powerful tank.

On his exposed black skin were tattoos of wolves and poisonous scorpions everywhere. He was Salem, a valiant leader from the Lone Wolf Sect!

Rumored to possess meteor-level strength as a martial artist, he had planned and executed over thirty terrorist incidents. If an executioner's hands were stained with blood, then Salem's entire body was drenched in it.

Utterly ruthless!

"Not bad, looks like I've underestimated these young ladies!"

Salem lightly clapped his hands, the black leather gloves he perennially wore making a dull thumping noise.