Just as the middle-aged man's words had barely fallen, those ten or so black-clad figures swiftly moved towards Liu Hun. In their eyes, Liu Hun was simply an ordinary, insignificant figure. To eliminate him seemed all too easy.
As these black-clad figures approached him step by step, Liu Hun's expression showed no emotion. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and when they reached him, he somewhat regretfully said to them, "What a pity. If you hadn't run into me, this mission of yours would have been perfect. But since you did, you're rather unlucky."
"Courting death!" Hearing Liu Hun's words, a cold gleam immediately flickered across their faces. Without a moment's hesitation, they launched themselves at Liu Hun. Throughout this process, Liu Hun remained standing, hands behind his back, not making a single move.
