Suddenly, a muscular black man stepped out, towering nearly two meters tall, his bulging muscles like intertwined old roots.
"Bang!"
With one step forward, the black man roared angrily, and the floor beneath his feet surprisingly showed a slight crack.
"Martial Artist? Brother Li, does the Snakehead Gang actually have a Martial Artist hidden?" Leopard exclaimed, his eyes flashing a trace of surprise.
"Impossible! How could the Snakehead Gang possibly have a Martial Artist? How is this possible?" Zuo Li exclaimed in shock.
At this moment, Sco's eyes were extremely cold, and he shouted harshly, "Originally, this was prepared for Zuo Li, but unexpectedly encountered some fools seeking death. Since you insist on seeking death, then go to hell!"
"Azera, go!"
"Roar!"
Azera roared, charging towards Zhong Ming first, every step crushing the floor, running with explosive gusts, appearing terrifying.
