Secondly, even if all of Wilson's mercenaries were to attack, in the complex environment of urban street warfare, they couldn't guarantee to completely kill a Silver Peak Knight.
Hao Yi isn't a shrimp. If he encounters a large-scale army siege, would he not run and actually face off head-on?
Shaking his head, Zhu Haomiao looked towards an unremarkable residential house outside the street and sighed with regret.
Alas...
If hard power doesn't work, I'll have to rely on soft power...
I hope he's spirited enough to do something lustful...
So, for the next few days, Zhu Haomiao, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, coldly observed Hao Yi's every move, patiently waiting for his spirit to reveal a flaw.
Heaven never fails the faithful. Finally, one day, Zhu Haomiao sensed a twisted, morbid excitement breaking through restraints, burning like a flame in the target's soul.
