“Hand the item over to me.”
Under the drizzle, Mu Chen’s body tensed up. His eyes were firmly fixed in front. From that place, a figure that was holding an umbrella gradually appeared. It was a slightly skinny man with a feminine face. His thin lips were like blades and carried a chilling sense.
Mu Chen stared at this unfamiliar feminine man, yet he felt a dangerous feeling fill his heart. His eyes narrowed as he said: “You shouldn’t be a person from the Liu Territory, right? Why are you finding me?”
“Ohoho, I am, indeed, not a person from the Liu Territory. However, someone paid a considerable price in order for me to take action.” The feminine man gently smiled and softly turned his umbrella within his hand. He put his thin lips together as he said: “You can call me Ji Zong.”