And so, Snakehead continued his relentless trek towards the territory that belonged to Tian Qi. This time around, there wasn't even the slightest hint of negotiation. Even if he knew that the lowly employee would cause trouble, it couldn't compare to Snakehead's current concern for his two Martial Artist subordinates. One should know that in the Underground City, Martial Artists were wealth. Every Martial Artist was honed over an incredibly long time, yet now he had lost two in an instant.
As for Tian Qi, he would be more than happy if Snakehead directly provoked and unsettled that fearsome old family. So, even if they advanced ferociously, aside from their own preparations and assembly to prevent Snakehead from exploiting the situation, the group faced no obstacles en route. However, by the time Snakehead saw the bloodstained door, his expression silently froze, turning solemn.
His subordinates were of varying skill, inferior to Tian Qi's, so he immediately gave instructions.
