"Kid, what the hell are you doing!"
When the biological bat army of Hong Bing infiltrated a defense node, it was once again disrupted by the sudden intrusion of a counterfeit G. The middle-aged president could no longer hold back. He took off his gloves, revealing decayed hands, from which gray gas wafted out.
The counterfeit G let out a slight "hmm," instinctively sensing an intense threat.
However, in the next moment, this replica of Mr. G burst into wild laughter.
"Great, I've always found you displeasing. If I take you out, I will be the number two of the Powerful Gang!"
The next moment, terrifying gravity came from two directions, almost becoming tangible. Steel plates tore apart as two unmanned military machines shot up from the ground, one on each side, charging towards Hong Bing.
The previously indifferent expression of an unnamed young man showed a flicker of surprise.
