"Who exactly are you?" Soros looked up at Bai Yang and asked in terror.
Bound and unable to move, he had no power to fight back. He had wanted to capture Bai Yang and claim a reward, but only now did he realize how foolish and laughable that idea had been.
Bai Yang said nothing more. He reached out, and the box containing the piece of Dragon hide flew from Soros's body into his hand.
Then Bai Yang flicked a finger. A golden flame shot out and landed on Soros. The next moment, Soros turned to ashes, his face twisted in despair, and vanished from the world.
If Soros had merely been greedy, Bai Yang wouldn't have killed him. But Soros had already tried to kill him, and Bai Yang had no reason to let him live.
In the end, they had no enmity between them. It had all come down to greed.
Nearby, Little Wolf and the others were still slaughtering the Thieves Association's assassins without holding back. Bai Yang glanced at them and paid it no further attention.
He opened the box, revealing the ancient Dragon hide.
Earlier, Bai Yang had only caught a hurried glimpse of the Dragon hide and hadn't seen it clearly. Now, at last, he could spread it out and examine it closely.
The Dragon hide was about ten feet square. More than a dozen simple lines, drawn in the blood of some unknown beast, marked its surface, but they revealed nothing. Apart from those, there were several mysterious characters.
There were six characters in all, also written in beast blood. On closer inspection, Bai Yang thought the blood used for them was the same as that used to draw the lines.
Bai Yang couldn't recognize the characters, but he could sense that they