A bulky man stepped forward, kneading his thick jaw while breathing heavily, and teased, "Guess what? If you guess it right, I'll take you out."
With these words!
Liang Buqing instantly concluded that this group was an enemy of the Iron Mountain Sect and harbored great hatred towards them.
"Gurgle~"
He was terrified, his Adam's apple bobbing as he continuously swallowed, and a fine layer of cold sweat quickly formed on his forehead.
However, he soon thought of Fang Zhixing and couldn't help but sneak a few glances around.
Then, gathering his courage, he said, "Let's not beat around the bush. What exactly do you friends mean by this?"
The burly man chuckled, flexing his wrists and shaping his fingers into claws, then said coldly, "What I mean is, today you're exceptionally unlucky to have encountered us from the Black Tiger Sect!"
"What?!"
Liang Buqing's face drastically changed, and he exclaimed in astonishment, "You, you are from the Black Tiger Sect!"
