Zhang Hu quickly touched his chest, closed his eyes for a moment then happily said, “He’s really dead! Wang Lin, this isn’t the place for talking. Let me finish off these people then we’ll talk again.”
After saying that, he raised his right hand and instantly 3 fireballs appeared.
Liusan and the others all around were completely stunned by this. Everything that they saw up until now was a scene that wouldn’t even happen in dreams. Seeing that the fireballs reappeared on Zhang Hu’s hands, they instantly revealed a fearful face.
As for those black-clothed people, they were also carefully looking at Zhang Hu, and also revealing fear in their eyes.
Wang Lin frowned, and as he was going to say something, Zhang Hu was faster. The 3 fireballs quickly spread apart, but their targets were not Liusan and the others. It were the black-clothed people.