After the assassin landed, he secretly carried his power and wanted to stand up again.

But as soon as he exerted force, he felt like his whole body was dispersed, his chest was stuffy and he couldn't even lift up a trace of strength.

At this time, Lin Yu patted his hands gently, nodded and smiled, "No, yes, you didn't disappoint me. The decisiveness is indeed as good as I used to be."

He was a few years younger than the assassin, but he commented in an old-fashioned tone, as if he was guiding the younger generation.

But all this seems to be natural and natural.

"Who are you?"

Mo Jueming lay on the ground in a sluggish manner, his face pale and his voice weak.

With a whoosh.

Lin Yu flicked his index finger, and a black pendant made of unknown material fell lightly in Mo Jueming's palm.

There is a light golden hideous dragon head carved on the pendant, with longan eyes blood-red and a faint light seeping out.

"Black Jade, Blood Eye, Golden Dragon, Death Spokesperson! You are... the King of Mercenaries - the Dragon King of Black Prison..."
Chapter completed!