Iron Hand was extremely shocked; he never imagined the opponent would be so formidable.
He couldn't even believe a small city like Yun City could harbor such a master.
"You, who are you really?" Knowing he was no match, Iron Hand looked at Shang Wen Dong with terror as he approached step by step, stealing glances at the door, ready to escape.
Shang Wen Dong walked up to Iron Hand unhurriedly and kicked him in his wound.
The intense pain in his wound made Iron Hand's face contort even more grotesquely.
Shang Wen Dong lowered his head and said softly, "I never thought Yama Hall would fall so low now. A dignified assassin hiding here, not daring to show his face."
"You, you know Yama Hall very well?" Iron Hand endured the pain, astonished beyond measure.
"Know it well?" Shang Wen Dong mused, "Perhaps. But the Yama Hall I know is from long ago. I'm not one for killing, but you belong to Yama Hall, and you killed my woman, so you must die!"
