Holding the saber tightly in hand, White Mask walked towards them step by step with an oppressive aura.
The crowd subconsciously stepped aside for fear of getting dragged in. Then White Mask came to a stop and stood behind Milo.
Two similar-looking physiques holding two similar black sabers, Milo was filled with killing intent.
Milo stared intently at Chad in front of him. He suddenly asked someone next to him, “What day is it today?”
The Great Hoodwinker did some calculations on his fingers and smiled, revealing his yellowed teeth. “Today’s the ninth day of the new year. It’s a day suited for carrying out burials, shifting of coffins, weeding out personnel, and killing people.”
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