"Are you people from the Slaughter God Society?" Wu Gang's face was grim as he spoke coldly.
"It really is you!"
The masked man spoke, and it was the first time he had spoken, only to hear him say coldly, "Eight years ago, you were lucky to survive, that was your good fortune. Unexpectedly, you're courting death by showing up here yourself. Since that's the case, hand over the Golden Core, and we might consider leaving your body intact."
"The enmity of my father's murder is irreconcilable!" Wu Gang replied coldly.
No sooner had his words fallen than he made his move.
Displaying the Bagua, mixed with the Bagua Sweeping Leg, he staunchly held off the attacks of two men without falling into disadvantage, which troubled the masked assailants.
"Where exactly is the Golden Core?"
As fists collided, all three took several steps back.
