The man in black stood outside the danger zone, arms folded, and laughed without restraint: "Unbelievable, you're still a good fighter even after being injured. Truly worthy of being the Cold-faced God of Death, Commandant Gu."
"Who are you?" Gu Changqing asked coldly.
The man in black smiled slightly: "I'm the one sent to kill you. Someone paid to take your life, but it seems I have underestimated your strength. I can't kill you tonight, so I'll have to settle for killing your brother."
A frown creased Gu Changqing's brow.
The man in black slowly said: "Our benefactor said, one way or another, we have to take one of your lives. Otherwise, his grudge won't be avenged!"
Grudge?
Had Gu Chengfeng and Gu Chenglin offended anyone? Could it be—
A grim thought crossed Gu Changqing's mind. Before he could ask any further, the man had already exhibited his lightness skill, disappearing into the boundless night.