At that moment, the Blood Hand Organization's elite were gathered in a spacious conference room in an office building inside Black Moon Tower, monitoring the area around the tower.
If anything happened, they could deploy immediately and respond with incredible efficiency.
Bang!
When the Communicator rang, a figure immediately appeared in its projection. It was Xia Ping.
"You?!"
Liu Lie saw the figure appear on his Communicator and nearly jumped out of his skin. His face darkened instantly. He never would have imagined that Xia Ping would contact him.
The other Blood Hand Organization elites were also astonished. Desolate, who they had thought had slipped away without a trace, had appeared here. Why?
"That's right. It's me."
Xia Ping looked at Liu Lie calmly. "I'm sure you know by now that I'm no longer in Black Moon Tower. You spent over a month surrounding me and even tried to assassinate me. I'll have to settle that score with you properly."
"Settle the score with me?"
At that, Liu Lie laughed—loudly. "You're crazy. I don't know how you managed to get away and evade the Blood Hand Organization's surveillance, but since you escaped, you should've slunk off like a rat and kept quiet. That was the only way you'd stay alive."
"And yet you actually dared to call me and say you want to settle the score? Have you been eating garlic? You sure have a big mouth. You're asking for death!"
The other Blood Hand Organization elites sneered too. This kid was only a Martial Artist First Heaven expert. Against their elite, he wasn't worth a damn.
Slipping away with his tail between his legs and staying alive would've been a stroke of incredible luck.
And now he actually dared to openly demand that they settle the score? It was