"Dead?"
"Deputy Gang Leader is dead?"
"How is this possible! The Deputy Gang Leader is a Quasi Martial Artist! How could he die!"
On the training field, fewer than ten White Feather Gang experts, who were originally fighting desperately against players exchanging injury for injury, all turned dumbstruck seeing Ghana lying motionless on the ground; some even forgot to fend off the players' attacks.
Their mission to the Gray Shirt Gang was just like a routine outing for them. Not to mention having Ghana as a Quasi Martial Artist, their over twenty apprentices alone could contend with ordinary gangs in the wild.
With Ghana as a Quasi Martial Artist guarding them, it's enough to annihilate an ordinary gang in the wild, which is why the White Feather Gang members were still willing to fight even after losing over half their numbers.
But now, that confidence is gone.
"Damn! Turns out to be a plot kill."
"Hall Master, don't steal the thunder like that!"
