I Have a Special Skill

"Do you have any last words?" Zhong Wen asked the leader of the black-clad individuals, his tone cold.

"I'm surnamed Xiao," the leader of the black-clad individuals replied with sweat on his forehead, blurting it out without context.

"And so what?" Zhong Wen questioned.

"Do you dare to kill me?" The black-clad individual didn't anticipate that someone in the Great Qian Empire would dare not to regard the Xiao family with respect.

"You're not very bright," Zhong Wen sneered. "I've killed even the Palace of Dark Divities's people. What does the Xiao family matter?"

The leader of the black-clad individuals was taken aback by this response, as he couldn't find any logical fault in Zhong Wen's argument.