Too dead silent.

Even after holding his breath, all his nerves became tense up.

Because, through the iron door, the men who were involuntarily approaching again, for some reason, felt a force that penetrated the iron door and swept towards them.

So cold, so ice, so strong, and so black!

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A vulgar man finally couldn't help but the panic that was almost unstoppable in his body. His hand holding an ah5-k pistol trembled hard, and pointed at the people who were so scared that they looked ashen.

Personally, the trembling figure said with a panic look on his face:

"You two, go outside and have a look!"

He pointed to the remaining two men and continued:

"You two, go stare at those two people!"

As he said that, the gun in the vulgar man shook at the man and woman in the corner, and deliberately glared fiercely at a young master who seemed to be angry.

However, the wretched man did not see it. In the corner, deep in the slowly opened eyes, the surging fire light was boiling!

"Why are you still being stunned here?! You won't get over here!"

The vulgar man looked at the few people in front of him with a difficult face, and stood there timidly without moving. The flesh on his face shook suddenly, and he kicked the person closest to him while shouting loudly.

Screaming!

finally---

Several subordinates who received the instructed by the vulgar man looked at each other sympathetically, as if giving themselves a psychological hint or self-encouragement. Then they separated and trembled in the opposite direction.

While tying his head, he walked away on tiptoe.

Only the vulgar man was left in place.

Suddenly, all the hairs on his body exploded. Looking at the faint red light around him, there was an inexplicable panic, almost immersing his life.

The vulgar man stomped his feet hard, waved his head, and spitted a mouthful of phlegm at the ground, asking himself not to scare himself.

But is it really just scaring yourself?...

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The two men who had already walked to the iron gate looked at each other, took a deep breath, and then, together, pulled the rusty and corroded iron gate open less than ten centimeters from the middle.

Slight slits.

Then, the slightly shorter man leaned his head slightly and peeked at everything outside the door through the thin cracks in the iron door.

What did he see?!

It was so vivid that it was stiff all over.

A man.

It was so deep that night, everything was ruthlessly erased by the night.

However, a man, a man wearing a black windbreaker, was not hidden by the darkness, but the darkness swept across the man's body repelled the darkness!

It turns out that black also has different degrees.

That cheek that was as perfect as God created himself, turned into a dark face of the King of Hell, carved with cold outlines, faintly iron-blooded lines, and a deep mark. With just one glance, it seemed that the soul could be taken away.

Because, those smokey eyes.

The fire of hell was stained with the power hidden in the deepest part of the black sea, released little by little, without any trace, but could take human life.

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It was as if it was fixed, and the blood was still!

I wanted to shout loudly in fear, but I couldn't make any sound in my throat, as if I was strangled by someone's throat!
Chapter completed!