"Seems a bit incompetent, huh!"
Seeing these transformed people in such chaos, unable to distinguish friend from foe, Hao Jian's brow slightly furrowed.
"Hmph! You don't understand the weapon bestowed upon me by God!"
Obviously, being underestimated by this Asian in front of him, Danitte felt quite upset. These hundred weapons were the ones he had selected for the organization after countless battles, chosen from a thousand.
He had always taken pride in this matter, and even regarded his boss as a god.
Now, this Asian in front of him looked down on the weapons God had bestowed upon him. In his eyes, this was humiliation, an insult!
Fury surged wildly within him, his eyes flashing crimson, and finally, he roared, "Go, attack fiercely, make sure to tear this Asian, this guy who profaned God, to pieces!"
As if responding to Danitte's fury, the remaining ninety or so weapons' crimson eyes turned dark red, like blood.
"Roar!"
