Hearing this, the man who had been as motionless as a sculpture finally reacted.
The man slowly opened his eyelids, and his delicate and beautiful eyes were dazzling in the dark night.
This man actually has a pair of dark green pupils.
When these dark green eyes stare at you for an instant, you will feel a chill that spreads from the depths of your bones.
They were a pair of eyes that had no warmth at all and made one feel no sense of popularity.
It seems to come from the depths of hell, carrying the smell of death and blood.
The tall man was trembling violently, and he almost didn't have the courage to hold on for another half second. His legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground.
The companion next to him helped him in time and managed to stabilize himself.
"Young Master... We have found out the source of this group of forces. They are people from Huilongtang, one of the underground black forces in Nancheng. However, there is only one person who has fought with us, and this person is very skilled.
The evil nature, this person, is a ghost."
"Oh--"
The man curled his lips and smiled, his thin and perfectly shaped lips showing off his dew.
The firm and smooth jawline is like the most perfect work of art by a sculptor.
"Ghost..." The man chewed on these two words, and the smile on his face had a certain evil flavor.
One of the long-haired men with half a mask on his face handed the thing in his hand to the man, "Young Master, this is what we saw while tracking the ghost."
The man called Young Master narrowed his eyes slightly, took it and held it in his hand, looking at it expressionlessly.
The tall man reached out and wiped the fine cold sweat on his forehead, his breathing almost stopped.
One of the signs that the young master is angry is laughter.
The young master rarely has any emotional ups and downs. He is always like an emotionless robot, cold-blooded, ruthless, and without any human emotions.
And only when there are signs of anger, he will show a weird smile.
Once the young master gets angry...
The consequences are simply unimaginable.
Several men held their breath, trembling with fear, not daring to move.
At this time, the man who had been silent finally spoke a complete sentence.
The man known as the "Young Master" had a hoarse voice and emphasized the tone as he said: "Call Chu Feng."
"Okay, young master, please wait a moment!"
After a while, a slender, thin young man appeared in the church.
The man was wearing a black tuxedo, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He had handsome features and exuded the aura of a gentleman and a scumbag.
This person is none other than Chu Feng.
Entering the church, Chu Feng put his left hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and said loudly: "Boss, are you looking for me?"
"Go and do something for me." As he said that, the man threw the drawing paper on the ground.
Chu Feng looked at it intently, then bent down to pick it up. When he saw the portrait on it clearly, his pupils suddenly tightened.
"Boss, this is..."
"Find him."
Chu Feng pondered for a moment, looking at the person in the portrait in trance.
After a long time, he nodded and responded in a deep voice, "Okay, boss."
"You carry out this mission secretly. Once you find it, bring it back to me directly and just take a breath."
After the man finished speaking, he stood up quickly. His tall figure was nearly 1.9 meters tall. He was thin, but there was a faint sense of oppression. As long as you got within fifty meters of him, you could feel the overwhelming cold air.
