The charging group of men all wore grim expressions and radiated a startling killing intent, yet a single sentence from the boy sitting calmly in a lounge chair stopped them dead in their tracks. The overwhelming murderous aura instantly faded by a few degrees.
Immediately, rage began to bubble up inside them. As the elite warriors of the Daqing Gang, they were rarely called upon for mundane tasks; they were dispatched only for the most critical moments.
They had already been disgruntled upon receiving the mission, which was simply to deal with a young boy. They felt the Gang Leader clearly didn't trust their abilities. 'He's just a little punk,' they thought. 'Even if he's strong, how strong can he possibly be?'
