Chapter 390

This man looked like a god of death straight out of hell! His entire body was shrouded in an icy chill!

"Who is this man?" That was the only thought that surfaced in the mysterious man's mind!

And at this moment, he had already completely understood that everything had fallen into an utterly hopeless situation.

Here, his fate was beyond his own control of life and death!

"You... what do you want? Let me tell you, this is America!" Kuchiki Senya's heart pounded, his forehead drenched in sweat.

He had already anticipated the situation he was about to face, but even so, he still clung to a sliver of 683 luck in his heart, attempting to threaten this notoriously famous man of the dark world.

"Of course I remember it's America, that's exactly why I came here — this way saves quite a bit of time." As the man spoke, he slowly turned around, looked at Kuchiki Senya, those eyes seemingly filled with endless black holes and abysses! Anyone who fell into such a gaze would lose themselves entirely!

"You... who are you!" Kuchiki Senya struggled to maintain his composure and asked.

This man gave no answer; his figure has already transformed into a gust of wind, drifting to Kuchiki Senya's side, dropping to one knee, cupping his hands together in an offering gesture, and respectfully presenting Kuchiki Senya with a letter.

It was a black invitation card.