Feng Bing grabbed the man's right hand and pulled his sleeve up a bit.
There was a tattoo on the man's arm, depicting an extremely ugly monster's head. Its skin was brown, and its face was particularly fierce.
"Ancient Nether Tribe," Feng Bing said through gritted teeth upon seeing the tattoo.
"What is the Ancient Nether Tribe?" Everyone present was very puzzled.
"What's your purpose here?" Feng Bing, emotionally agitated, grabbed the man's collar and demanded with an ugly expression.
The man revealed a mocking smile and made a strange sound from his mouth, like a bird calling.
"He's signaling to his accomplices," Feng Bing panicked and quickly killed the man with a palm strike.
"It's too late, his companions must know something's gone wrong by now," Wu Sanlang said, frowning.
"We were just investigating the Lianyun Thirteen Thieves, how could it involve the Ancient Nether Tribe?" Feng Bing said with a headache.
