"So infuriating!" The command center on Lancer's side was filled with curses!
What does it mean not to hit them?
And that kid, what did he mean by guaranteeing they wouldn't be seriously hurt?
"Simply arrogant!" The others also roared in anger.
"Lancer, let them teach that kid a lesson!" A man with a furious expression came up to Lancer, his fists clenching and cracking!
"Those Huaxia people are too much! Do they really think our people here are pushovers?"
"We must give that kid a good beating!"
"Leading the team is Pakem, a squad that conducts military exercises regularly! Their combat power cannot be compared to ordinary special forces!" another person remarked.
Lancer's expression also turned grim and uncertain!
This is London!
It's their home ground!
Damn it, isn't this slapping yourself in the face!
Immediately, his eyes turned cold!
"Pakem..."
However, before he could finish, an exclamation rang out!
"My God, how is this possible!"
