Wang Hao saw the Fentian Sect assassins blocking the way and couldn't help but frown, saying, "These damn assassins from the Fentian Sect really are like persistent ghosts!"
Yin Hu, recalling those three cruise missiles, cautioned, "Be careful, they might have heavy weaponry!"
Heavy weaponry, the bane of martial artists.
No matter how tough a martial artist is, they are still flesh and blood, unable to withstand missiles and artillery.
When enemies meet, their hatred is especially intense. Black Ghost Jack, seeing Wang Hao, immediately became hysterical like a frenzied rabbit and roared, "Charge, kill them, kill them all!"
Accompanying Jack's roar, twenty or thirty white-clad assassins rushed forward in waves.
These were well-trained assassins, the front row all machine gunners, covering each other, shooting in bursts as they charged."Doot doot doot, doot doot doot..."
