"It wasn't one of ours." One of them pulled down his mask as well and spoke between gasps.
The leader froze. "There was another team here to assassinate him?"
None of our people had made a move. I specifically checked before coming here, and no one was injured either." One of them said, "There must be another team."
"Like us?" The leader was somewhat surprised. "We are..."
"Other families secretly train Death Warriors too. That isn't exactly a secret." One of them pondered. "We just can't be sure which family sent them."
"Judging by how those people acted, they had no finesse at all. They probably weren't our old rivals, the Gao Family." The leader sneered. "Most likely the Luo Family. They only just came back from outside and haven't experienced many battles between families. They charged straight into a contest of bloodline members with the Gao Family. They probably know nothing at all about conflicts between Death Warriors."
"What do we do now?" someone asked.
"Since we have cannon fodder, why not sit back and wait for the benefits to come knocking?" The leader smiled and pulled his mask back on.
At this time, around the wooden house that had already been reduced to an empty clearing, Wolf Fang's troops stood close together. Everyone remained silent, while several people with sharp hearing and smell continuously sensed their surroundings.
"Four o'clock!" someone suddenly shouted, followed immediately by—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless attacks violently flew toward that direction, weapons densely weaving through the air.
Bang!
A heavy impact rang out as someone was struck into visibility. He sprawled on the ground, coughing blood, while the strange outer covering on his body gradually lost its color and turned pure black.
Wolf Fang's morale surged, but at the same time, a scream came