"More than thirty ordinary cannon fodder."
"Two barely passable sniper assassins."
Judging by the team size, a single hit would cost around three to five hundred thousand.
Is this how they plan to take my life?
Lin Hai's lips curled slightly.
Perfect for practicing Seven Kills and Breaking Army Fist, just some morning exercise.
Gang Qi surged, Lin Hai took a step forward.
"Hah!"
The powerful voice stunned more than thirty people, and the next moment, they felt their vision blur as Lin Hai was already among them.
One punch—
With a cracking sound, the nearest guy's rib broke, and he flew backward, crashing hard onto the ground.
One kick, swift as a steel whip, fiercely sharp!
Smack—
The three hit by the kick had their arms twisted at strange angles, with bone splinters showing, their screams piercing the air.
At the same time
A dozen steel knives slashed down toward Lin Hai's head from all directions.
