The scar-faced man's grin widened, his large hand reaching towards Zi Da Hong's bright red bellyband.,In the silvery flash, the disfigured face of Zi wasn't as panicked as before. His eyes were sharp and filled with killing intent, like a fierce demon from hell, sending chills down one's spine.,Quickly tidying up his clothes, Ling gave the man with the scar a look of disdain, and let out a sigh of relief in his heart. He was glad it wasn't **.。