"So this is the feeling of power. It's incredible!" Chen Pingchuan cackled, waving his hands as the very air around him seemed to warp with his power.
Just as Porcupine fell to the ground, plunging the crowd into a panic, a group of men in black appeared like specters at the edge of the square. They emerged from the other end of the street. They wore tight black combat suits, their faces obscured by black masks that revealed only pairs of cold, merciless eyes. A powerful aura radiated from them.
The spectral forms of the newcomers and the dangerous aura they emitted with every movement naturally drew Chen Pingchuan's attention. He stood ramrod straight, like an unshakeable mountain, radiating an air of supreme arrogance. With the haughty disdain of a god peering down at ants, he challenged them scornfully.
"Hmph. Where did you ants crawl from, and what is your purpose here?"
