The woman left the tent.

Jose looked at James, who was standing by the entrance, and beckoned, “Come closer.”

James walked over to him.

“So what do you know about the Black…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead. He froze.

James grinned smugly at him. “I’m the Black Dragon.”

“You…”

Hearing this, a chill ran down Jose’s spine. He almost fell off his chair.

Keeping the gun pressed against Jose’s forehead, James sat opposite hi