"No, we haven't completed the mission, going back will mean death for us!" the other man immediately said.
"Then let's fight, anyhow we're dead either way, for our families, let's risk it!" The black-clad man supporting Jing Shang gritted his teeth and said.
Next, the four organized another attack, rushing toward that lone figure. Ye Chen still stood there without moving, his entire being displaying a strange smile, suddenly leaving the four black-clad men dumbfounded; there seemed to be something off about the Ye Chen in front of them, although they couldn't pinpoint what exactly. In that instant, Ye Chen seemed to transform into a fireball, then charged towards the four.
"Ah, a ghost!"
"Run!"
The four were petrified with fear, but as soon as they turned around, Ye Chen stood before them again, grabbing one of the men. He sneered coldly and said, "You weak East Asian men. Go back and tell Fujiwara Ichirō, next time, hopefully, he'll send some experts, or else you all will die!"
