After speaking, the palm-wielding assassin stared daggers at Xu Ke.
He desperately wanted to know how Xu Ke had managed to plant a bomb in the car, but he knew no one would answer that question.
So, after a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, his voice low. "The Qin Family, the Huang Family, the Wang Family... our Assassin's Alliance will remember this. You can expect our endless revenge!"
The palm-wielding assassin gritted his teeth as his aura erupted. For a moment, even the crackling flames nearby seemed to dim under the pressure. At that instant, despite his wretched, burnt appearance, everyone felt his formidable and unparalleled presence.
Even from several meters away, Bai Qian'er and Duan Zhuo'e felt their hearts tremble. This was the psychological oppression of absolute power. It sent a chill down the spine.
