"Mm."
His tone was flat. The old man seemed ordinary.
But with a slight lift of his hand, the very earth began to break down. Specks of yellow sand rapidly converged like a thin, brown snake, gradually coiling around the neck of the expert from the City Defense Department.
Then, the old man clenched his fist.
CRACK!
Just like that, an expert lost his life, eyes wide as he died on the spot.
Seeing this, the approaching warlord lowered his head slightly, his expression growing even more respectful.
"The intel was bad."
Suddenly, the old man shook his head and said, "This team didn't find the target."
"Also, there was an Elite Level who was quite sharp. He led his people and fought his way out early on. He's probably from one of Ring City's martial arts gyms."
"Oh?"
The warlord's face grew solemn upon hearing this, a hint of surprise in his expression.
'Old Mo actually missed?'
'And the intel was bad...'
