It was as if an invisible, intangible, violent aura erupted out of nowhere, sweeping through every corner of the bridge cabin.
Everyone seemed to hear a roar in their ears, as if it were an illusion.
Miyoshi Xuesen, crushed under his own Ninja Clan, couldn't help but shiver. He looked in disbelief towards where Chen Fei was, the source of the aura.
Clearly stripped of his special ability, but just how many aces does this "rookie" still hold?
MMP, still looks as fierce as ever!
Can't underestimate this guy at all. Thinking of this, the monk's heart rekindled with hope. There's someone to continue... no, this poor monk can finally retire smoothly, clean his hands, and live peacefully.
Very few who do black work like him ever end well.
So finding someone pleasing to the eye to pass favors onto really isn't easy.
"What?"
