The leader was a middle-aged man dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with a mustache, bald head, and his cultivation level was probably above the True Path Realm.
Most of the dozens of people behind the middle-aged man were shirtless, with tattoos, obviously the same people from the Inner Island of Purgatory that they had encountered last time.
The man in the Zhongshan suit's eyes kept moving over Ren Feifan and the Demon Queen, occasionally making a "tsk tsk tsk" sound, with a smile that was not quite a smile on his lips:
"That Egyptian Pharaoh lived for so many years, but he never thought he would eventually fall into your hands, kid. Because he didn't understand Huaxia's Art of War, he died."
"But I, Qiu Hansheng, am different. I understand military strategies, and even more, how to benefit as the bystander, so I can stay well alive, haha!"
Ren Feifan's eyes narrowed, he stepped forward and said loudly, "So what are you trying to say? Are you trying to say you're very impressive?"
