"How did you know?" Song Ping'an asked in a deep voice.
He already faintly realized that the visitors had a purpose beyond merely trading Broken Sun Gold.
The visitor merely let out a strange laugh, continuing his steps.
"President, something's wrong!" The accompanying martial artists sensed the malice emanating from the visitors and quickly drew their swords.
But it was too late; those tall, thin figures tore off their dust coats, revealing semi-human insect bodies covered in shells, and a large amount of demon qi began to spread.
"Dammit, it's Insect Demons!"
Song Ping'an was also shocked, never imagining that disguised insect race would come looking in human territory.
Their combat strength was certainly enough to deal with ordinary human expedition teams; after all, true Martial Arts Grandmaster wouldn't stoop to expedition team business.
But demons had appeared, and they mentioned Song Changming, so things couldn't be simple.
