Chu Chen's face was cold; these black-clad figures that had suddenly emerged likely wanted to take the chance to ignite a war between Dark Hall and their K organization. They only attacked Li Mochan and not him, which would lead outsiders to think that he had intentionally set a trap for Li Mochan.
Damn it.
One against ten, yet Li Mochan still had the upper hand.
When his bullets were spent, he threw down his gun, and with his five fingers shaped like claws, he grabbed the black-clad person's neck. With a slight exertion of force, the assailant was instantly lifeless.
"Li Mochan, believe it or not, these people have nothing to do with our K organization," said Chu Chen as he kicked away a black-clad person trying to sneak up on Li Mochan from behind, speaking over his shoulder.
"I can swear on the reputation of our K organization."
Li Mochan's thin lips were firmly pressed together, his gaze inscrutable, pondering Chu Chen's intentions.
