Bab 76: A Killer Strikes

The silver-haired youth and Fang Shulan both felt that something was amiss. But they did not believe that Xiao Luo had the skills to win, let alone kill them.

"You son of a bitch, don't make empty threats. The rubbish bodyguards at Jiawei's villa can't even be compared to the eight men here," Fang Shulan boasted loudly and with considerable bravado, pumping herself up. "They could kill you easily if they wanted to. For them, it's simple as crushing a bug."

"Is that so?"

Xiao Luo smiled insidiously. The very next second, he vanished from where he had been standing and reappeared right in front of Fang Shulan like a flash of black lightning. Stretching out his hand, his grip tightened around Fang Shulan's fair neck like a pair of metal pliers.