The commotion caused by the black-clad bishop instantly became the focal point of the lower area.
But he didn't care at all and stepped over the patrol captain's body, continuing to walk.
The children of God should be under the sun.
Not in darkness.
Soon, the rest of the patrol teams rushed over.
But seeing their companion's serious injuries and feeling the aura of the black-clad bishop, they hesitated for a moment.
They were the managers; if they didn't do something and let him leave after beating people up, where would the Land Family's dignity go?
But to really engage in a fight, even if they all came forward, they wouldn't be a match?
As everyone hesitated, a patrol captain stepped forward, cupped his fists respectfully, and said, "Senior, with your skills, you should reside in the upper area. Perhaps you are in the wrong place? Please wait, I'll take you there."
"Thank you."
The black-clad bishop chuckled, "I'm going to the upper area to kill someone."
"What!"
