"What do you want to do? You don't actually plan on killing me, do you? I advise you not to make a move because I'm in a good mood today, and I really don't want to kill anyone!"
Bai Xiaofan looked at the arrogant man with the mustache standing in front of him, shook his head mildly, and spoke in an even tone as if discussing something trivial.
Don't want to kill anyone?
Everyone was stunned by Bai Xiaofan's words.
The man with the mustache looked at Bai Xiaofan, who remained calm, sitting in the car and smoking leisurely, thinking he must be an idiot.
However, while looking at the calm and composed Bai Xiaofan, a name suddenly flashed through the man with the mustache's mind.
Along with the name came an image, one that commanded the utmost attention from all elite members of the Black Witch Clan, a figure they wanted to tear apart with their own hands!
"You... you are..."