Why?
Why had it come to this?
Had my [Fated Hit] failed?
The Painter broke down. He had spent his lifespan to use [Fated Hit], helping Future's Child get what he wished for, hoping to befriend him and then meet the Black King.
But now, Future's Child was fucking going to die!!?
I hadn't done many good things in my life. Why had the one good deed I finally did turned into a bad thing in the end?
Was this my fate?
Li Xiao's arrogant posture had thoroughly enraged Zhou Zhenjiang. Zhou Zhenjiang clearly did not take him seriously at all.
A terrifying aura instantly swept through the entire hall, as though the air had frozen solid.
Zhou Zhenjiang did not move. He merely raised his eyes slightly, and a crushing pressure descended like a violent storm.
The Brotherhood members around him all went pale, swallowing nervously.
"Kid, my patience is limited. Tell me your purpose and your accomplices, and I might consider leaving your corpse intact."
Li Xiao's lips curled into a faint smile. There was not the slightest trace of fear in his eyes as he looked down on Zhou Zhenjiang as though he were an ant.
"What a coincidence. I'm always very patient with the dying..."
The crowd instantly erupted in an uproar, staring at him in disbelief as though he were an utterly reckless madman.
"Courting death!" Zhou Zhenjiang had completely run out of patience. Just as he was about to rise from the Iron Throne, someone moved even faster than he did!
"How presumptuous!"
A thunderous roar exploded through the hall as the Painter shot to his feet from his seat.
He pointed furiously at Li Xiao. "How dare you speak to my big brother like that?! My big brother is kind enough to leave