Clark excelled in Barehanded Combat, easily able to bend steel bars as thick as fingers.
Lites was a master of Marksmanship, not only did he never miss, but you also never knew where his bullets would come from, piercing through your body.
Facing these two, Edmund dared not be the slightest bit careless.
At the same time, he hoped that the big shot's undercover agent was Clark.
After all, when it came to Marksmanship, he really found it very difficult to contend with Lites.
"Please come in."
Edmund controlled his emotions with his breathing and then he spoke directly.
The door opened.
Two figures appeared outside the door simultaneously.
Clark, Lites!
The person trying to win them over was not one person!
But two!
The moment Edmund realized this, his breath hitched, and he instinctively reached for his gun to shoot, but at this moment, Clark and Lites both raised their hands.
Edmund was taken aback.
"We want to talk."
Clark said as the spokesperson.
"Good,"
