"Why are you asking me what to do next? How should I know?!!!"
The Bald Strong Man was panicking too. He might usually put on a grand show of authority in front of his underlings, but he could only keep up that appearance when he had not encountered a powerful enemy.
Now that this mysterious Cultivator, who had appeared on television and even been pursued by investigators from the Ability Management Bureau, had appeared before him, the Bald Strong Man had no idea what to do.
The gap in strength was simply too vast, like an uncrossable chasm.
Even the investigators from the Ability Management Bureau had been unable to take down this mysterious Cultivator, let alone these relatively ordinary criminals.
"In this situation, we'll each leave it to fate and run separately! If one of us gets away, that's one more survivor." One of the underlings was extremely anxious and suggested this.
"Are you crazy? The white fog surrounding us clearly isn't ordinary. If we charge straight into it, we might not even know how we died." Another underling was deathly afraid of dying and immediately objected to the proposal.
"Exactly! If we split up and run now, given this person's strength, he can easily take us out one by one." Quite a few people thought the suggestion was unreliable and chimed in.
The argument grew noisier and noisier. The vicious-looking criminals were now panicking so badly that they seemed completely different from usual.
In the face of an enemy stronger than themselves, these criminals behaved no differently from ordinary people.
"Boss, say something already!" After arguing for a while without convincing anyone, the underlings all looked toward their backbone in unspoken agreement.
The Bald Strong Man furrowed his brows and pondered. Although he was panicking inside, he could