Ye Hao frowned as he watched these people swarm towards him, he stood quietly...
He looked at these people without a trace of fear, although they held bright steel knives and dark cold guns, Ye Hao was confident he could dodge the bullets before they fired.
As for the steel knives, Ye Hao felt no pressure; as long as they weren't people from the Separation Realm attacking him, he was confident he could handle it.
Especially considering these people only had a level one or two in National Martial Arts, or even none at all?
"Get him!" Those people closed in, surrounding him inside and out.
Once they had Ye Hao surrounded, they glared at him viciously, as if he were some villain.
Ye Hao, seeing himself surrounded, merely smiled lightly.
Several individuals in hiding held sniper rifles, but they aimed not at Ye Hao, but at those with handguns.
They targeted those people's foreheads, prepared to shoot should they make any sudden moves.
