Chen Pingchuan looked up to see the bank guards who had survived their previous battle watching his group warily.
Now is not the time for a fight, he knew. We're in terrible shape. If a conflict breaks out, it'll only lead to mutual destruction.
He raised a hand to signal Porcupine not to act rashly, then slowly took a few steps forward, entering a tense standoff with the guards. Their eyes clashed like sharpened arrows, and the air grew thick with tension. In the silence, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard, as if a single spark could ignite the deadly atmosphere and send the situation spiraling into chaos.
"What, still want to fight?"
Although he was on the verge of collapse, Chen Pingchuan's expression showed no signs of weakness. It was his Spirit that was depleted, not his physical body, a fact that gave him a certain intimidating presence to outsiders.
