Leon smiled arrogantly. He walked a few steps then turned around, walking in the opposite direction. He kept repeating the movement while opening his sleeves to the elbow, revealing a small wound from the injection a moment ago.
Everyone didn't bother to hold back, they stared at the man curiously.
Leon was still smiling arrogantly, he pointed at the wound with his fingers. "This wound has no traces of poison. If you look at the wounds from the previous killers, you will see a gaping hole in dark color, very scary. That is the characteristic of Ghost's poison. But unfortunately it doesn't work on me."
"How is that possible?" The leader shouted angrily. He glared until his body trembled. "How can you survive my proud poison? How is that possible? Damn it! Die!"
"How is that possible
