While Da Xiang and Wang Juan were fighting fiercely against the men in black suits, Lu Lin found himself in an unprecedented crisis.
Zhang Haibo seemed to be able to anticipate Lu Lin's thoughts.
Every time Lu Lin had just dodged, Zhang Haibo's fists or knees would accurately meet him.
Lu Lin's current level was close to Zhang Haibo, but their combat power was vastly different.
Even with evasion, he could barely fend off the attacks, let alone counterattack.
"Uncle Zhang, kill him! Kill him!"
Wang Shao shouted loudly from the side.
"Don't rush."
Zhang Haibo certainly couldn't be directed by Wang Shao. In fact, he was here on a task given by Wang Li and Wang Lihe.
To test Lu Lin's capabilities, to see if he was truly a genius.
The Black Shark Society's demands for a genius didn't necessarily mean having good talent or high initial refinement degree.
But they required someone with a resilient mind and strong endurance.
