Ten out of Ten

He paused and looked at the squad members.

"There's also a level forty-three Xiantian Martial Master named Zhao Gufeng. He used to be an underground black-boxing fighter, but Wang Haidong later poached him with a hefty sum to handle his personal security."

"The records show that Zhao Gufeng is forty-one years old. His punches are fierce and forceful, and he has extensive combat experience. He once killed three Martial Masters of the same level by himself."

A photo of Zhao Gufeng appeared on the light screen. He was a bald middle-aged man with a face full of brutish flesh and savage eyes.

Zhou Bin stared at the photo, his brow furrowing.

"A level forty-three Xiantian Martial Master with extensive combat experience..." He looked at Xu Wuyi. "Captain Meng, if it's just you and Fang Xiaoxiao against Zhao Gufeng and eleven subordinates, are you sure?"

Fang Xiaoxiao also looked at Xu Wuyi, obvious concern in her eyes.

Although she too was a level forty-two Xiantian Martial Master, she specialized in assassination and was not strong in direct combat.

If Zhao Gufeng was truly as formidable as the records claimed, she was not even certain of winning one-on-one, much less when the other side had eleven more people.

Xu Wuyi fell silent for several seconds before saying, "I'm sure."

His tone was calm, without the slightest hesitation.

Zhou Bin watched him for a while, seemingly judging whether those words were true. Fang Xiaoxiao also frowned, as if she wanted to speak but held herself back.

Sun Jing suddenly smiled. "Since Captain Meng says there's no problem, then there's no problem. We'll each handle our own targets anyway. As long as we secure the evidence and get the people under control, the rest will be up to Captain Meng."

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