"Who exactly are you?"
Black Widow's eyes were grave. Between a Super First-class Expert and a Supreme Strong, there was actually an existence known as a Half-step Supreme Strong, stronger than the former but weaker than the latter.
The person standing before her, donning a mysterious mask, made Black Widow think of one such existence.
But she wasn't sure.
After all, many people outside also wore Evil Ghost Masks, pretending to be that existence.
What's more, this was Huaxia, and that person seemed to have been in India not long ago; could they have arrived in Huaxia so soon? Most assassins and mercenaries have an unfortunate habit of enjoying some relaxation after completing a mission.
If it really was that person, Black Widow felt she had no chance of winning at all.
Countless experts have become stepping stones under that person's feet, even the life of Netherworld Angel had become a part of the countless halos that made that person more dazzling.
