The face was resolute, marked by the traces of weather and a murderous aura honed on the battlefield, with eyes sharp as a hawk.
It was the target on the dossier photo.
Jiang Chengyue!
"Jiang Chengyue!!"
Wei Banmeng and his companions saw the figure clearly, their expressions suddenly tensed, and then turned extremely grim.
Anger, confusion, and the humiliation of being toyed with surged in their hearts.
"They know Jiang Chengyue is here."
Lu Jiuyuan's voice was icily cold.
"And they sent so many elites to capture him!" Chu Kuanglan gnashed his teeth, "They had us running around like headless chickens in the daytime, wasting our time, while they come at night to reap the rewards?! Damn it!"
Fang Qingyu stood in the dark, expressionless, molten gold vertical pupils locked onto Jiang Chengyue and those surrounding him.
From the moment he saw those dozen or so Tier Two elites, he had already vaguely suspected this.
