"Brother Kong, Old Third Liu, Dao Zhengmu,"
The White-Browed Bat King hurriedly called out three names. His expression turned serious. "Since we're all here, why don't you fellows stop holding back?"
Before his voice had even faded, two thin, elderly men stepped out from the crowd.
To Lu Bai's surprise, the old man he had hold of also sighed, shook off his hand, and slowly walked to the front.
"I knew it wouldn't be that simple."
Dao Zhengmu sighed and scratched his head, which barely had any hair left.
All four prisoners who had stepped forward had one thing in common: they looked to be in their seventies or eighties, and were gaunt from what seemed like years of malnutrition.
Lu Bai silently withdrew his hand, intending to watch these old-timers put on a show first.
If nothing unexpected happened, these four old men were most likely Grandmaster-level martial artists.
Although the White-Browed Bat King had called out the other three old Grandmasters, it seemed more like he wanted them there to back him up.
Without waiting for them to come lend a hand, he strode straight toward Section Chief Misa.
The distance between them narrowed to half a step.
The White-Browed Bat King held his breath, clenched his fist, and swung.
His aged body suddenly erupted with an astonishingly fierce aura. In a daze, his frail frame seemed to transform into a blazing inferno.
His punch unleashed a tremendous wave of air, and the fierce gust swept backward, knocking down quite a few of the prisoners gathered by the exit.
Unfortunately, Section Chief Misa, standing directly in front of the White-Browed Bat King, didn't so much as change his expression. He countered with a punch of his own.
BOOM!!!
It was hard to imagine a body producing such powerful