"Elder Ku, your and Gambling King He's kindness is well received,"
Han Yu looked at Pei Ku before him, forced out an unsightly smile, and spoke, "But this is a matter between me and the Veil Organization; you really don't need to get involved."
"Let's go, leave this place quickly!"
"Don't worry, Iga Zangfeng will want to extract some information from me; he's not going to kill me so fast..."
As he spoke, Han Yu's face suddenly paled, and he retched, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
"Han, Han!"
Pei Ku hurriedly stepped forward to support Han Yu, while passing him a handkerchief.
Han Yu took the handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth, only then noticing that aside from the black bloodstains, there were numerous small chunks of flesh on it.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly; no wonder he had felt so uncomfortable just now. It seemed that Iga Zangfeng's Sword Qi had injured his internal organs, and these pieces were the damaged parts of those organs.