With the lure of money, a group of mercenaries, as if injected with adrenaline, swarmed onto the bulk carrier from the fishing boats.
The gleaming watermelon knives flashed with a cold light under the moon.
One mercenary took the opportunity to slash at the back of a Dragon Guard from behind, and at that critical moment, a pebble streaked through the air.
Clang.
The pebble clashed with the stone, and in that moment of delay, the entangled Dragon Guard whirled around, delivering a spinning side kick that sent the ambusher flying backward, knocking down two or three people.
With a splash, the person fell into the river.
Li Feng observed the crowd of dark silhouettes; although these mercenaries were not particularly skilled, their sheer numbers and the incentive of a hundred thousand dollars made them reckless.
After all, the adversaries seemed few, only five or six.
"Quickly resolve this battle."
