"Report this to the higher-ups."
He had still been hoping for the best, but when the commander walked into the incense shop and saw the bodies strewn across the floor, his expression changed!
He crouched down and measured a wound.
"A fist!"
He measured again. The fist was a little smaller than his own, yet every blow had been fatal.
"A monster."
Looking at the bodies, he immediately corrected himself and said rapidly, "Report this to the higher-ups. This is a monster. Change the orders."
His expression was grave.
Even he had never seen a monster like this.
It was not as though he had never seen formidable warriors, but someone who killed with a single punch, whose every blow carried such consistent force...
He had never seen anyone like that.
This enemy who had appeared out of nowhere had been fighting Iron Kites.
Every Iron Kite was handpicked from the best of the best.
In other words, had he brought his own men here, the result would have been the same.
They would all have been killed.
"We've hooked a big fish. Now this is getting interesting."
His thinking was clear. "Come with me. Have men seal this place off. No one gets in or out.
"Raid every place where we've found remnants of their faction. Have the other Iron Kites move together, and call in the ones off duty. Search the entire city!
"Kill all those rats except their leaders. I'll report this to the higher-ups."
Unlike the others, this commander specialized in such matters.
He had no roots in Western Xia. He had only one master: Li Yuanhao.
That was precisely why Li Yuanhao trusted him so deeply!
His name was Binghao Shijin, and he was a Uyghur. What he had done over the years had earned