Anti-Terrorism Mobile Team Headquarters.
Below the ring.
Upon hearing Li Chang'an's words, the members of the Anti-Terrorism Mobile Team stopped their discussion. They all turned to him, their faces masks of astonishment, thinking they must have misheard.
'All of us together aren't a match for him?'
'And he's arrogant enough to say he'll kill Charles with his own hands?'
'Has he gone insane?'
Clearly, both Li Chang'an's arrogant claim that all of them together were no match for him and his insane declaration that he would kill Charles personally had left the Anti-Terrorism Mobile Team members utterly stunned.
They never imagined such a young boy could say such outrageous things.
After a long moment, the man with the mechanical prosthetics couldn't help but roar with laughter. "Kid, do you have any idea what you're saying?"
