The assassins surrounding the two immediately retreated to both sides, leaving a passage.
Ghost Fox walked in front with a gloomy face, Blood Jackal following close behind with his combat knife in hand.
Under their feet, countless centipedes, poisonous spiders, and scorpions surged along the muddy ground like a layer of black carpet.
"Run? Why aren't you running now?"
Blood Jackal raised the combat knife in his hand and pointed at Fatty Hu, face twisted with arrogance:
"One meat shield and one half-cripple, you really think you can walk out of here alive from under our hands? What do you take the Black Shark Organization for, some kind of charity?"
Ghost Fox stopped ten steps away, his gaze locking onto Li Fei like a venomous snake:
"The one who wore the mask and rescued people just now, he's your Illuminati's real Chairman, isn't he?"
Without waiting for an answer, he let out a cold laugh, his voice carrying a bone-deep chill:
