Three Swords sighed and said indifferently, "My Dark Strength burst out many times continuously, depleting my Essence too much, causing problems in my internal organs."
"Sigh, Yang Fei is truly too cunning. If it weren't for the Yan Brothers saving me, I would have probably died here this time."
The man lifted the back of his hand and glanced at the still proudly erect playing card, sighing again.
"This hotel odd-job man is truly as good as they say; I really admire him."
A vehement Battle Will once again shone in Three Swords' eyes, his hair standing on end.
"I must kill him."
Yan Wuxin sighed.
He quickly disassembled the automatic rifle in his hands into various parts and placed them in a military backpack he carried with him.
His expression was full of somberness.
"This opponent is terrifying, his movements to dodge bullets are as classic as those in a textbook."
"I can be sure that he was once Special Forces, and not just any Special Forces."
