Wen Yu looked around. All the Level 2 professionists were silent.
"Heh, yeah, you're right, you're right!" Wen Yu turned his head, forcefully concealing the rage in his eyes. As the anger gradually ebbed, a deep sense of powerlessness followed. They had hit the nail on the head. In fact, some of them here weren't even worthy of cannon fodder. Bringing them along is utterly pointless!
"Who else thinks this way?" Wen Yu's cold voice echoed through the cave.
Then, one hand after another was raised.
Twelve in total!
All the Level 2 professionists except for Monkey and Sun Ruixing!
The Touch of Greed in Wen Yu's hand slowly lengthened, and a surging killing intent burst forth!
But what he met were twelve pairs of resolute eyes.
"You're not afraid to die? Not afraid? You're afraid of the Demon Fiends, but not of me?" Wen Yu shouted furiously at everyone.
"We're scared. We're scared to die, and that's why we raised our hands!" To Wen Yu's surprise, it was Sun Aotian who responded.
