"Chi Jing, have our men surround the hotel." After dropping this order, Fu Youhan hurriedly rushed forward without even considering his wheelchair.
Because just now, he had seen a tattoo on the neck of the waiter who had carelessly spilled drinks on Donald.
That was the tattoo mark of a Xuanming Hunter!
Due to his previous cooperation with the Xuanming Mercenary Corps, he was fairly familiar with these symbols.
However, he hadn't received any news of the Hunter entering the country recently, so he had thought he might have seen it wrong.
But the sound of the gunshot now implied that the man was indeed a Hunter.
Is the Xuanming aiming to kill Donald?
Then... Dead Ghost must be nearby!
Hearing the intermitting gunshots, Fu Youhan rushed towards the direction of the gunfire with the speed of a cheetah.
