The man curled up on the ground looked at Li Shaoyan tremblingly, and just one glance almost scared him to his heart and mind.

This is not a human, this is the God of Death that crawled out of the Netherworld Hell.

"explain."

There was only one simple word, but the man's eyes widened in fear. He explained everything in detail almost without thinking. Of course, the final result was death.

"It was the instructor of the K-organization, but he was not dead."

Fu Zilie's eyes were suddenly filled with coldness, and he wanted to rush to the man and tear him to pieces.

"Okay, now I know who the person who is the one who is the one who is the one who is in trouble is the only thing left to do is to arrest the bastard and teach him a lesson that he will never forget."

Fu Zilie's tone had returned to cynical remarks, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Li Shaoyan didn't want to delay for a moment and immediately asked Ye Qi to count the number of people. When he thought that Song Yiran's life and death were uncertain, he couldn't control the hostility in his chest.

No matter who it is, he will have to pay for it if he provoked him.

He only had the exception of Song Yiran in Li Shaoyan's life, as for others.
Chapter completed!