The man in sunglasses who could dominate the desert for so many years didn't rely on luck alone. At least one thing is certain: they know that Brother Meng is not easy to handle. Since they encountered a tough opponent, they all decided to attack in groups, because stubbornly holding out would be the most foolish move.
"Oh, so are you saying you want a gang fight?"
Brother Meng sneered. When he finished speaking, the man in sunglasses instantly had a bad feeling, and was at a loss for words.
"Why not? Remember that in this era, only victory holds the ultimate voice. Without victory, you're nothing."
The man in sunglasses arrogantly declared. Just as he finished, Su Xuan sneered, casually crossed his legs, and seemed to take an interest in watching the scene unfold before him. He smiled and said,
"Are there only so many Desert Heroes?"
"Damn it, pretty boy, this is none of your business!"
