But the immense sense of intimidation Lin Taichu exuded with every movement made them realize that the man before them was no ordinary person. Otherwise, why would he make them feel such danger?
They all knew very well that if Lin Taichu continued wreaking havoc like this, they would have no way to stop him and would sooner or later die beneath his iron fists.
"We must strike while he's weak and take his life!" the Old Man in the lead said coldly after taking a deep breath.
Then the Old Man swept his sleeve and shouted coldly, "You three hold him back. I'll kill him!"
"Yes!" the other two Old Men nodded.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two Old Men vanished from where they stood, each drawing a short spear.
The short spears were pitch-black from end to end, their surfaces etched with intricate and mysterious lines. They carried an ancient, weathered aura, clearly having endured the passage of countless years.
The next second, the three Old Men appeared beside Lin Taichu as abruptly as ghosts.
Lin Taichu's eyes narrowed slightly as his fists suddenly sped up, blasting toward the three Old Men.
However, his three Junior Brothers' weapons were incredibly strange. Whenever Lin Taichu was about to touch them, the three black short spears would always veer off course at the crucial moment, allowing them to evade his attacks.
"Damn it!"
Lin Taichu cursed inwardly. He could not predict their fighting style at all, nor could he understand how they were avoiding his attacks.
Only now did Lin Taichu understand how troublesome these old fellows were. No wonder the Falcon Organization had stood firm in China for a century without falling—their strength rested precisely on these three men!
The three of them joining