Night, silent and still.
The flickering streetlights added to the heavy atmosphere of the little path, where Ye Chenfeng was completely surrounded by seven muscle-bound, bald men.
Even without injecting the blue liquid, these seven men were five or six times stronger than an ordinary person. And now, with the use of the blue liquid, each of their strengths had increased by a whopping fifty times.
Now, each of them was equivalent to fifty ordinary men, so the seven combined equated to three hundred and fifty men—an incredibly formidable group.
