What Happened to 151?

Carl and the man in gray merely glanced at Slider's subordinates rushing over from afar, then dismissed them without concern.

The reason they had both chosen to infiltrate was the same: they simply did not want to make too much noise, not because they feared Slider and the former Voodoo Boys under his command.

Or rather, to Carl and the man in gray, Slider and his men were merely people who would take a little time to clear out if they wished. Even if their original plan of sneaking in without causing much commotion had fallen apart, it did not matter. As long as they dealt with the people before them, everything remained under control.

Throughout the long history of war, there had indeed been no shortage of cases where two tigers fought and an onlooker reaped the rewards. But the prerequisite was that those onlookers possessed enough strength to threaten both sides.

At this moment, in the suffocating duel to the death between Carl and the man in gray, the brutal clash that had never stopped since their first collision had already shut everything around them out of their awareness.

Every one of their nerves was drawn tight as a bowstring, every inch of muscle poised to strike. They had no attention to spare for such trivial disturbances.

When six of Slider's subordinates charged into the battlefield in a panic, the two masters displayed astonishing coordination without even needing to exchange a glance.

The man in gray flicked his wrist at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow. Three shuriken traced elegant arcs as though they had been given life, and these deadly concealed weapons precisely swept past the wrists of three men, severing the nerve endings controlling their fingers in a thousandth of a second.