In an instant, all eyes turned toward the source of the commotion. Lord Hu stood there, drenched in blood, wielding a large machete, while his left hand let out a piercing whistle.
Suddenly, from every direction, a crowd came rushing in. They brandished a variety of weapons: machetes, steel pipes, hatchets—some were even wielding fire extinguishers. There were at least a hundred of them.
The expression on the eerie man’s face shifted, turning exceptionally grave. He frowned deeply, especially when he recognized the men leading the charge; they were the same ones who had been crippled just yesterday. He was certain they had been maimed, and it seemed impossible for them to still be capable of fighting.
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