"Bang!"

A fine sand pot was smashed against the wall, instantly shattering into pieces. The tea splattered onto the wall like a perfect flower, with the tea leaves serving as the best embellishment.

"Tell me, why is that useless Zhou Zheng still alive and kicking?"

The figure in the basement roared in fury, his plan disrupted, forcing him to delay once again. Just as success was within reach, this mistake occurred, and his face twisted in rage: "The Shadow Assassin Organization, hmph, just another bunch of useless fools who can't even deal with an Apprentice Martial Artist."