C488 He Left a Lot of Details Behind

As Zhang Xing's voice trailed off, the assassin felt as though he had plunged into an ice cellar, a chill coursing through his body.

The young master's aura was thick with murderous intent. What was he planning to do?

"Macrosoman, could I trouble you for something to eat? I'm so famished I can barely muster the strength to write."

With a wave of his hand