"Destroy him!"
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the leader of the black-clad men quickly uttered a sentence.
Before he could finish speaking, their bodies were frozen by a haughty cold.
The other men in black displayed symptoms, unable to continue their affection. The leader in black tightly clenched his elbow, attempting to break through the teahouse roof to escape.
"You want to leave, but it's too late!"
Don't shout loudly.
Suddenly, their bodies shimmered. This person charged forward onto the roof, leaving Feng Xue as mere dust on the side.
At the same time, the leader in black swiftly drew his right hand out. Such arrogance amounted to less than half a foot.
His eyes fixated on him, always sprinting. His big and thin hand suddenly grasped the right hand of the black driver like lightning.
Clap!
Next thing you know, there was a break, causing the black driver to immediately face him.
In the blink of an eye, another of my right arms was crushed by Feng Shui.
