Tang Zhong pointed to the Blood Hand lying in a pool of blood in the distance and spoke indifferently.
When Vermilion Bird took a closer look, she saw the Blood Hand, who had been chopped in half, and her entire complexion turned ugly.
How could she not recognize who Blood Hand was?
As a member of the Dragon Group of Xuan Country, she had heard of these overseas organizations. The Slaughter Organization might not be very famous abroad, but it was at least no one to trifle with, especially its boss Blood Hand, with his pair of naturally stone-like hands that had never been injured, a testament to his prowess.
And he was ranked fifty-eighth on the Black List!
Yet now, he had been killed and lay there as a corpse on the ground.
"How is that possible? It's impossible for anyone to kill Blood Hand!"
Vermilion Bird knew the strength of Blood Hand; her senior brother White Tiger had once fought with Blood Hand but ultimately lost. But now, Blood Hand was dead.
