All of this is a mystery.

Xu Fan immediately released his hands and let go of Blackjack.

Blackjack finally caught his breath and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Blackjack thought to himself: Am I free now? Has this ruthless killer let me go?

He asked Xu Fan, somewhat bewildered.

"May I leave now?"

"Um?"

Blackjack seemed to have interrupted Xu Fan's thoughts.

Xu Fan turned his head directly to look at Black Jack, who had a fawning expression on his face.

At this moment, he no longer resembled a top-notch secret agent at all.

Xu Fan is still a man of his word.

"I told you, as long as you tell me the truth honestly, I will spare your life and won't take your life with my own hands!"

Blackjack, as if granted a pardon, sprang to his feet immediately, fearing that Xu Fan might change his mind.

"That's great! I'm finally free!"

Blackjack burst into tears of joy; this feeling of surviving a catastrophe was comparable to most of the happy things in the world.

puff!

A muffled voice sounded behind Blackjack.

Blackjack was pierced through the back by a crossbow bolt.

The tip of the arrow protruded directly onto the chest.

A humanoid creature whose features were indistinct fired a crossbow bolt.

That's the Blood Glazed Glass of Ten Thousand Demons!

Xu Fan still wasn't used to leaving survivors.

So Xu Fan simply played a word game.

He didn't do it himself, but let his battle pet do it.

The Blood Glaze of Ten Thousand Demons spoke in human language.

"I never said I'd let you go."

Blackjack was unwilling to accept defeat. His eyes widened, and then he slowly collapsed to the ground, unable to rise again.