"Capture him!"
Nema Jie's cold voice echoed.
Men in black suits emerged from all directions, expressionless, just like the Death Warriors Yang Tian had encountered in the square.
Yang Tian sneered: "Oh, you want to play rough?"
"Play rough?" Nema Jie kept a stern face and said, "You killed people here, I need to bring you to justice, this has nothing to do with playing rough!"
Hearing Nema Jie's words, Kesenton got anxious: "Nema Jie, isn't it the rule of this underground fight club that if someone is killed, there's no legal responsibility required?"
In Kesenton's view, Nema Jie was just using this opportunity to teach Yang Tian a lesson because he couldn't recruit such a talent.
Nema Jie's eyes flashed with sarcasm: "Kesenton, this is none of your business. Leon was a valuable asset to me, and his death is a significant loss to our fight club, so Yang Tian must stay here!"
