Several figures slowly approached!
Leading them were two middle-aged men.
One had arched eyebrows and a burly figure, standing nearly six-foot-three, with sinewy muscles that made him look immensely strong.
The other was about five-foot-nine, slender, but the aura emanating from him made Zhang Fan's eyes narrow.
These two must be members of the Golden Dragon! Such an aura could only belong to SS-ranked individuals!
Following them was a man in his late twenties.
His complexion was exceedingly grim, and his brows were tinged with melancholy.
He looked at Zhang Fan with an extremely wild expression; however, when his gaze landed on the lifeless corpse, his eyes shimmered with a cold light.
"Who gave you permission to kill him, who? Do you realize this man's value? If he were alive, we could have traced back to Poison Spider's hideout, and how dare they cause trouble in our Huaxia, we must not let them go!"
