After all, the price offered by the other party is nothing compared to the benefits of following the Schumacher family strategy.

"Why."

Po Jun first sighed, then sneered.

"We already know your skills and abilities, plus your condition is obviously not good, and there are still wounded. With all due respect, you are asking for your own death."

"The negotiations have broken down."

Seeing this, the man holding a ninja sword sneered and looked at Nightingale again.

"My name is Wu Zang. The environment here can be said to be my natural battlefield. I already know your ability well. If you face me here, your chance of winning is less than 20%."

Nightingale held a dagger in her hand and had a cold look in her eyes. Even though the exchange was brief, the other party did not seem to be lying.

"It is still unclear who will win."

Chen Mo's eyes swept across the five natural disaster victims holding different knives.

Forget about other knives, after just a quick glance, you can probably deduce the owner's ability and combat style.

After all, looks can be deceiving, but weapons cannot.

Only the man with a dozen short swords on his back did not say a word from beginning to end, which was really confusing. He was also the first person to pounce out of the fog and stab Garen.
Chapter completed!