The group of martial artists in the warehouse were all bruised, battered, and broken, bound tightly together with thick ropes. Having spent a cold, hungry night assuming they were about to meet their end, they heard the door open. When they saw who was in the lead, their expressions turned grim. They had all studied photos of Zhao Tiezhu before starting the mission, so they recognized him instantly as their primary target.
They never imagined that the base would house two Hua Force martial artists and a Half-step Grandmaster. Even the lower-ranked fighters had possessed a coordinated formation that wore them down until they were utterly exhausted. Now that the man they had come to attack stood before them, their hearts sank to the bottom of their chests. As they stared at Zhao Tiezhu, they knew their final reckoning had arrived.
Just as these thoughts raced through their minds, Zhao Tiezhu’s voice reached their ears: "You're from the Xinghui Group, aren't you? Perhaps you don't know what’s really going on, but I can tell you. Do you want to hear it?"
Chapter 978