Lu Ming had never believed that violence was the best way to solve problems.
But others did not think the same way.
In the Black Mist Zone, many people did not think so.
Lu Ming was no saint, and he didn't like non-violent resistance. When the saber of an evil person was at his throat, Lu Ming had no choice but to raise his fists to protect his own life!
There was no longer any room for negotiation.
In front of him, those dual sabers were getting closer, even blowing Lu Ming's hair out of place.
In front of him, malice spewed out of the mantis-man's face. There was visible evil in the tyranny!
"What a shame…"
A faint voice came from Lu Ming's mouth.
It was a pity his peaceful life had been disrupted.
It was a pity he could only use violence to protect his safety and dignity!
It was a pity he had no choice but to fight.
He took a step forward, as if he were willingly offering himself under the blades.
