The rustling footsteps overhead, the sound of breathing, and even the rough noise of sweaty palms rubbing against firearms—all these sounds entered Mu Fan's ears clearly.
Then, in his mind, he outlined a clear three-dimensional image, in which the shapes of various figures hidden in various poses were comically and clearly presented.
You just discovered there was a problem with your communicators, huh?
Those comical figures seemed to be fumbling with their earpieces in confusion.
A light clanking sound came from his right arm, and Mu Fan's empty left hand slowly rested on it, then he drew out two S-shaped Snake Blades.
The curved blades emitted a strange, mottled cold light—sharp and deadly poisonous.
This weapon... unmistakably belonged to Solomon!
