"You?!"
The sudden attack from his opponent left Lostan unable to react; he stared dumbfounded as his own subordinate launched an attack on him.
With a splat, the masked man's hand stabbed directly into Lostan's abdomen, pulling out a spray of blood.
"Who exactly are you?!" Lostan yelled in shock and anger, while he flung a palm toward the masked man's head.
The masked man immediately withdrew his hand from Lostan's abdomen and ducked to avoid Lostan's fist.
He moved so quickly that Lostan's head spun. Lostan was terrified; in subsequent attempts, he couldn't even touch the attacker's clothing.
"Damn it, you are from Asura!" It dawned on Lostan instantly what was happening. He had been tricked!
"It seems you aren't stupid. We've been waiting here for quite a long time," Afeng removed his mask, mocking Lostan with a sneer.
"You guys?" Lostan exclaimed in surprise, realizing from Afeng's words that there wasn't just one opponent here.
