Jiang Chen put away his phone and looked towards Qi Yu on the roof of the abandoned warehouse.
At this moment, Qi Yu was still furious because of the collective strike of the bionic robots.
As angry as a brat with Supermale Syndrome.
The roof of the abandoned warehouse, already fragile and in disrepair, had been stomped with several big holes by Qi Yu.
Looking at Qi Yu, who looked like a raging monkey, Jiang Chen's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Next, it's your turn to die."
Jiang Chen's voice carried a chill that made one's blood run cold.
Like the fierce wind in winter, making people shiver.
A cold gleam flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and his murderous intent surged forth, unable to be concealed any longer.
Jiang Chen discarded the alloy battle blade with a rolled edge from his hand.
He bent down and picked up two long knives left behind by the bionic robots.
In the next second!
Jiang Chen moved!
