Henry Alis lowered his raised hands, unable to muster a trace of resistance. No wonder his enemy didn't even need to bring along a gun to threaten him—he must've deemed it unnecessary.
Trash?
His mind flashed back to the man before him, dismissing his so-called 'Venomous Python' and assassin organizations as mere trash. So it seemed... he was indeed trash himself, something that could be squashed carelessly by others.
"Who are you people, really?" Henry Alis asked with bitterness.
"Tongtian," the Fighter answered.
Henry Alis obviously did not want this kind of answer. He wanted to know who was the mastermind behind all this, orchestrating such a grand game of chess with minions like these. Just one or a few of them would be deadly enough for an enemy. An army…
He dared not imagine.
If such a force were to rise, who in the world could possibly stop it? This had completely surpassed the realm of human capability.
