Hua Ling and her eight companions seemed to have heard something inconceivable.
Who are they?
They're from the special police force.
Each of them might not be described as bursting with combat power, but taking down a youngster—that should be a piece of cake.
"Old Seven, it looks like you're being underestimated," one of them said teasingly.
The one called Old Seven stepped forward, his face clouded with anger.
"Kid, do you know? We just came back from City B yesterday. Old Seven here, all by himself, took down fifteen fully armed criminals. They had weapons, but our Old Seven was empty-handed," said the man in a mocking tone.
"Haha, our Zhang Fan brother...," another started to boast.
"Cough cough, our Zhang Fan brother just yesterday also took down more than eighty thugs. Even though they weren't fully armed, each of them was a tough guy. Stop your bragging, let your actions speak on the field," a man from the Inspection Department said scornfully.
