Under the astonished and furious gazes of the other three, the youth with the lip piercing tossed the bloodstained black knife in his hand aside with a look of disgust.
He calmly dusted himself off, no longer caring in the slightest about the Whiteflames.
Looking smug, he raised his left hand to his head in a handsome salute and said, "I'm an honest, straightforward person. My name is You Le, and I'm the undercover agent in this round. I hope we'll meet again someday, when you're all still in one piece. I wish you luck getting out in one piece. Goodbye."
The moment he finished speaking, an incredibly powerful gale came roaring toward them.
The wind came on fiercely, as if it meant to tear the entire sheet of paper apart.
In an instant, a small but astonishingly powerful tornado formed around him.
It spun furiously, twisting its body like a raging dragon.
Ash from the plants and trees on the ground was swept up, forming a gray haze that quickly wrapped around him completely.
His figure gradually blurred from view.
"What undercover agent? What do you mean?"
There was no answer. He vanished completely behind the curtain of ash.
The three of them stood there, buffeted by the wind, helplessly watching the gray storm churn and move.
When the violent wind finally began to die down, the youth with the lip piercing who should have been standing there had disappeared without a trace.
Only a mess of plant ash was left behind.
And Zheng Wuyou's thoughts were just as jumbled.
Undercover agent?
What was he undercover for? To make them inch closer and closer to death?
Every detail of her time with him flashed through her mind.
She understood!
Now that nothing was distracting her with pain, Zheng Wuyou