Tang Zheng was panting heavily, not just his coat torn to shreds, but even the Xuanwu Protective Clothing couldn't withstand the assault—large-scale damage had occurred. Coupled with his blood-soaked figure, he looked utterly disheveled.
The temporary team was stunned by Tang Zheng's ferocious slaughter of the South Americans. They didn't even dare to make a move.
Tang Zheng turned his head and looked at the passers-by.
"Don't misunderstand, we mean no harm!" A man shouted while quickly retreating from the passage. The others followed suit, worried Tang Zheng might pursue them.
Inside the lobby, everyone quieted down, their gazes fixed on the Hero Ranking, as if they could glimpse the battle through it. Suddenly, Tang Zheng's score surged dramatically, leaving Di Jingfei in second place far behind.
"It's decided—the South Americans are dead!"
With murmurs spreading, the tension in the room began to ease.
