"Gao Tianheng."
"You have thirty seconds."
Inside the top-floor office, the Cyan Figure in the surveillance footage moved like a rampaging dragon, ending every fight in less than half a minute.
The threatening words rang out in a low voice, and fury and shock flashed in Gao Tianheng's eyes.
"Bastard!!!"
Bang!
Everything on the tea table was swept to the floor, and his previously calm expression turned utterly grim.
He had never imagined that someone would dare come to his building to kill.
And use his own daughter as a threat.
Huff! Huff! Huff!
After taking several deep breaths, he knew that this was precisely when he needed to stay calm.
In the end, he barely suppressed his rage and turned to look at the three figures waiting there.
Or rather, at the man standing at their head.
"A Biao!"
"Are you confident you can take down this man?"
"Fifty percent."
A hoarse voice sounded, like gravel grinding together.
Looking Along the Flow, the speaker was broad and powerfully built, wearing a Black Jacket. A scar ran from his left cheek to his eye socket.
He slowly removed his brown leather gloves, revealing a pair of silver metal hands.
"This should be a Perfected Modified Human. Although he doesn't appear to have an Armed Module installed, ordinary firearms can hardly threaten him anymore."
"If the three of us attack together, we only have a fifty percent chance."
A Biao spoke hoarsely. One of the two brothers beside him was short and thin, idly playing with a pistol.
The other was a young man with messy long hair. He looked ordinary, but his entire left arm was made of metal, and he held a metal shield in his hand.
"What if I only need you to hold him off?"
"Three minutes!"