'Boom!'
The Black-Clad Man's attack instantly collapsed.
His hand froze in midair, his pupils suddenly contracting as he whipped around and stared fixedly at Jiang Fan.
When did this man appear in the room?
There had been no Spatial Fluctuation, no energy ripples, and not even the slightest trace of aura had leaked out.
To appear out of thin air like this was truly bizarre to the extreme...
He Rongcheng's family of three had narrowly escaped death, and they were all stunned beyond words.
He Cai'er in particular. The instant she saw Jiang Fan, her eyes widened until they were perfectly round as she stared at that faintly familiar face in disbelief.
"You... it's you?"
Wasn't this the young man the Black-Clad Man had gone to such lengths to find, even taking He Rongcheng's family of three hostage?
Just a few days ago at Drunken Star Tower, that young man had been unable even to afford a meal. Yet at this moment, he seemed like a god, his entire body radiating an indescribable, mysterious aura.
He merely stood there, yet an invisible pressure seemed to solidify the air throughout the entire room.
The Black-Clad Man suddenly froze upon hearing He Cai'er's words.
Could it be...
This young man was the person who had given Little Bean the Spirit Liquid?
He looked at Jiang Fan suspiciously.
Jiang Fan simply walked unhurriedly over to the sofa opposite them and sat down.
Then he pointed once, and the restraints binding the members of the He family immediately came undone.
"What?"
Jiang Fan's gaze fell upon the Black-Clad Man. Although he wore a smile, it seemed to contain no warmth whatsoever, only an extreme, bone-chilling coldness.
"Weren't you always looking for me?"
"Now that I'm here, why have you stopped talking?"
The Black-Clad Man