Once Jiang Hao finished speaking, the entire room fell deathly silent.

It was as if the air had frozen solid in an instant—so quiet it was terrifying, like the dreadful prelude to a storm about to break.

Zhang Kui had already been scared so badly his legs gave out beneath him. At this point, any attempt to salvage the situation was useless.

He regretted it now—regretted bringing Jiang Hao here to meet Black Panther in the first place.