"Don't even start—I feel a chill on my back as well, like there's someone watching me!"
As he spoke, an image of a towering figure wielding a giant axe flashed unbidden in his mind.
Thinking of this, Qian Jin suddenly tensed, his expression grim as he scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes.
By the time Qian Jin and Bai Yuqi arrived here, the rest of the Black Sand Gang had already fled in terror, leaving the vast gang's base eerily deserted save for the three of them.
After carefully surveying the area and finding no one else, Qian Jin heaved a sigh of relief.
"Phew, this is indeed a cursed spot—not a place to linger!"
Qian Jin stood up and began limping toward Zhao Honglie on his injured leg.
Right now, Zhao Honglie's face was twisted in malevolent rage, his eyes brimming with determination.
"If you want me dead, then none of you are walking away alive!"
