"Lang Lifan, Yun Qi, Old Thief, you three who haven't even reached S level, think you can balance me with your special abilities?"
"Aren't you underestimating me?"
This person had his back to them, yet he guessed their identities flawlessly, especially his voice, which was extremely hoarse, like sand, sending chills down the spine.
The three were inexplicably startled, "Who exactly are you?"
This person did not turn around, only gazing at the iron ball in front of him, seemingly contemplating how to open it.
The three exchanged a glance, their eyes turning cold, just about to make a move.
"Sometimes, you shouldn't just look at the people in front of you, but also see if there's anyone behind you. You three... are still too naive."
This sudden remark startled the three, Old Thief's face changed, shouting: "Someone's here!"
Swish!
