Bang!
At the negotiating table in the Capital.
Johnson slammed the table and sprang to his feet in humiliated fury. "How do you explain this?"
"Explain what?" Yang Huaimin shrugged. "You can slaughter another country's people, but they can't retaliate?"
"So you're admitting these are your men?" Jin Mu gave a cold laugh, his face dark. "A great Eastern nation behaving like this will earn the world's contempt."
"Stop fucking pinning every dirty thing on me." The latter dropped all pretense and pointed at his nose, cursing. "I don't know these people, and they aren't fucking citizens of the Dragon Kingdom."
"Prove they're my men and I'll turn myself in right now. If you can't, shut the fuck up."
Faced with the Dragon Kingdom's uncompromising stance, the three could only swallow their objections.
These people all wore masks. How could they identify them?
"You're massacring an entire city..."
Johnson's tone softened somewhat, but he still cursed resentfully.
With Black Maitreya's forceful arrival, Fog City had plunged completely into an apocalypse.
Omnipresent evil spirits frantically dragged people into the swamp.
Once they grabbed someone's legs, that person was as good as dead.
The crucial thing was that Wu Yan's Demon Law enveloped all of Fog City, leaving its entire population nowhere to flee.
These were a million lives.
Everyone had thought Old Eighth and Old Ninth were ruthless enough. Who knew Wu Yan would be the one to stay quiet until he stunned them all?
"Would he be massacring the city if you hadn't trapped Overlord Stronghold?" Yang Huaimin rolled his eyes irritably. "It's all your fucking fault."
In truth, even Yang Huaimin had not anticipated this move from Wu Yan.
Yang Pan, who was still on a call with Black Maitreya, was equally dumbfounded.
"Didn't I tell you to rescue