"Madman... madman..."
The few remaining mercenaries looked at Ye Feng as he approached, their faces turning deathly pale in an instant!
Their comrades had just been killed by Ye Feng's strike, more than ninety of them in total. This terrifying display had already made their scalps tingle!
They believed that even that person could not achieve such a feat!
"Who are you people?"
Ye Feng's expression was cold to the extreme. He quietly looked at these mercenaries, his indifference enough to send chills down anyone's spine!
Hearing these words, the mercenaries all lowered their heads, their expressions full of fear, clearly unwilling to speak!
"Not going to talk?" Ye Feng let out a cold smile:
"Do you think I won't know if you don't speak? Black Cross Training Camp bastards!"
As he finished speaking, Ye Feng grabbed one person's shirt over the chest and ripped it apart instantly!
Tearing sound!
The person's clothes were torn to shreds, revealing a black cross tattoo inside!
