The boss stared at Lin Chen, a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
Although the youngest of the four of them was the weakest, it would still take a tough fight to defeat him.
Lin Chen had taken out the youngest with just one move, so how strong exactly was this guy?
"Attack together, cripple him," the boss shouted, no longer caring about face as he bellowed at the two behind him.
"I'm going to twist his limbs off to avenge our youngest brother."
"Kid, you're dead," the third brother said, his eyes shining with a cold light.
Seeing the three of them attack together, Tian Zhong's face once again revealed a sinister smile.
It was said that two fists were no match for four hands. Lin Chen might be strong, but Tian Zhong didn't believe he could defeat the united effort of three men.
The trio's eyes were blood-red, like starving wolves, and they charged at Lin Chen with machetes, howling with rage.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
