Meng Fusheng's expression was ugly. The opponent he had thought to defeat easily had now terrified him.
Meng Fusheng had some confidence in his subordinates' abilities. Otherwise, he would not have firmly held the position of leader in Fu Guang City for so long.
But the situation before him seemed to be entirely beyond Meng Fusheng's expectations.
Linghe and the others who had previously been openly robbed, but who had seemed too weak and timid to retaliate, now seemed to have changed completely. Each of them had been transformed into an invincible killing machine. They comfortably retained the upper hand despite being surrounded by five or six opponents. The members of the Blood Tribe did not even have the ability to hurt them, much less capture them.
Their speed far exceeded that of the Blood Tribe members. They attacked with the speed of lightning, and no one was able to see them clearly.
But…
