The feeling was like being cut off in the middle of a phone call again...
Xu Wenkui's expression was solemn as he watched Xue Jing strangle a Dragon Cult member's neck with one hand, turning it into chopsticks.
This person possessed an unknown ability that could decipher the Silent Nether Nest Eye... and it was not only self-applicable but also transmittable through physical contact with others.
"No choice but to force it."
"The four of you, go."
Xu Wenkui turned his head towards those behind him.
Four individuals, standing in a row, tall and imposing, crossed their arms and nodded their heads, having just postured like experts.
Each one of them was fitted with highly conspicuous, varied alien implants, looking as if they had stepped out of a futuristic sci-fi world, completely different in style from everyone else.
One, whose hair resembled a barren wasteland with only a few tufts sticking out, moved two steps forward and opened his mouth towards Xue Jing.
