"Man, this bunch of idiots is really giving me a headache."
He sprinted across the rooftops, listening to the roar and clash of battle ahead, and Fang Zheng could only shake his head with a helpless sigh. This was another reason he hadn't bothered to contact Night Raid.
This bunch was way too unprofessional.
To put it bluntly, in Fang Zheng's eyes, Night Raid was like some newbie Assassin's Creed player who jumps into the game yelling, "Laozi's going full Wushuang, what's the point of hiding, I'll just kill everyone!" ......and then gets chased all over the street by Soldiers, running like a rat with its head in its hands.
No Wushuang-level power, no Wushuang-level Skill—what's left is just brain-dead charging.
In Fang Zheng's opinion, the only reason Night Raid had managed to live this long without getting wiped out was purely because they were strong and lucky. The moment they ran into someone on their level, this whole group would be completely screwed.
Just like now.
