Han Bin stood in a distant alley, completely dumbfounded by what he was seeing.
He had secretly followed along on this operation.
Pang Hao and the other Martial Artists pretended not to notice, tacitly accepting his presence.
After all, in terms of strength, Han Bin was a Second Realm Martial Artist.
Aside from his disagreeable temper and foul mouth, he was a decent combatant.
Especially now, when they were short on manpower. For the sake of their greater cause, Pang Hao and the other Martial Artists weren't going to sweat the small stuff.
After shamelessly tagging along for a while, even though Han Bin wouldn't say it out loud, he was inwardly convinced.
With a unified purpose and an unspoken understanding of mutual support, their efficiency had more than doubled.
Before this, it would have been impossible for them to fight so easily and without taking any losses.
However, Han Bin still had a question nagging him. Killing these small-fry on the periphery was pointless.
