"This..."
Forty-four elite fighters, meticulously arranged ambush, along with the superb terrain of this abandoned factory in the western suburbs, Miyamoto Kuro felt that even a Daluo Golden Immortal would lose half their life under his ambush.
But at this moment, his highly trusted subordinates, without exception, all fell to Xu Fan's casually thrown hidden weapons.
And the process took merely a fleeting moment.
This was indeed an utterly humiliating way to die...
Now, only he was left alive. Fear instantly spread throughout Miyamoto Kuro's heart.
He still wanted to be the Family Head of the Miyamoto Family; he didn't want to die!
"Don't! Don't come over, or I'll shoot... Ah!"
In a panic, Miyamoto Kuro backed away toward Qin Mengyue, subconsciously trying to use her to threaten Xu Fan and beg for his life.
