He Jinian had just turned around when he heard that sentence and instantly twisted back to look at Ming Disha.
That expression... was full of resentment.
His eyes brimmed with grievance.
He was baffled.
What the hell was this?
Why did it have to be this way?
At your age... playing with people like this... did your conscience really allow it?
Ming Disha stood righteously behind him, wearing the resolute expression of someone staying behind to hold off the enemy and let the others escape first, prepared to fight to the death.
Through the two eyeholes of the Ox Head mask, those eyes stared coldly.
He merely said, "That's unnecessary. None of you were getting away anyway."
With a wave of his hand, the two Sky Net Experts behind him had already blocked He Jinian's retreat.
The other two experts slowly moved to either side, forming a triangular formation and surrounding Ming Disha.
Ming Disha looked to the left, his expression cold and grim.
Then he looked to the right, ruthless and merciless.
Then he looked at Ox Head and snorted. "Kid, if you've got the guts, take off that mask and talk to me."
Ox Head smiled. "Old man, you'll never see the faces behind Sky Net masks. I know your Lightness Skill is quite good, but when it comes to facing someone head-on, I wonder whether you're still as impressive as you are with your movement technique."
One expert said, "Director Tian, stop wasting words on him. We've already cut off his escape route. Let's kill him together!"
Ox Head scolded, "Idiot, leave him alive!"
The expert hurriedly replied, "Yes."
Another expert said coldly, "What a lucky fellow. To become Director Tian's prey, your life has been well worth living."
Ming Disha pressed his lips together, then suddenly