"So, you all are my ordeal, huh?"
Zhengmu Jingwu walked out with a grim expression.
"You could say that." Sun Wukong smiled indifferently.
"You bastard..."
Zhengmu Jingwu's expression was extremely stern.
He was already here, and his combat personnel had surrounded him, yet he still had the mood to joke with him?
Fearless in the face of danger!
Should it be said that Victory Team's elites have firm determination?
Or do they rely on something?
"Clap clap!"
Zhengmu Jingwu clapped his hands, saying, "Worthy of Victory Team's super-strong elites, calm and composed, but in the current situation, calm won't solve it."
Shing!
The heavily armed personnel nearby raised their gun muzzles, aiming them at Sun Wukong and Zheng Zha.
"Now, you'd better surrender." Zhengmu Jingwu only felt confident in victory.
