Upon hearing Tang Zhen's words, the wandering martial artists who had been observing from the start burst into an uproar.
"How could you do this!"
you're such a bully. What's the difference between you and those Warriors from the megacity? "
"I'm not convinced. Why should we be the Pathfinders?"
They were filled with righteous indignation and had completely forgotten that when the martial artists of the giant city were capturing people, none of them had extended a helping hand.
His original mentality of getting lucky had completely disappeared, leaving only deep despair.
Big head Zhao sneered, turned his head to look at the wandering martial artists, and took a deep breath.
His eyes were filled with anger.
"You shameless things, what were you doing just now? when my brother was captured, did anyone stand out to speak for him?
