"Lu Xiao, keep up your arrogance!" Pingchuan Xinyi struggled to his feet, his old face twisted in madness.
The more than one hundred people had taken him twenty full years to train, each one had been sent to a training base from infancy. They were cold-blooded and strong, and simultaneously extremely loyal.
Even if he asked them to die, they would slit their own throats without hesitation.
"Mr. Lu, Pavilion Master, you guys go first," Zhou Hu shouted, lifting his large knife over his head.
"Security Team, engage the enemy!"
Watching the hundreds of people closing in, Pingchuan Xinyi's eyes filled with disdain.
This trash dares to battle my Death Soldiers? Ridiculous.
"No rush, I'll kill a few first." As both parties were about to clash, Hu Sheng appeared out of nowhere, his body bursting with a desire to fight.
Seeing Hu Sheng, Pingchuan Xinyi's expression turned a bit more serious.
