Ding!
The door burst open, and the beast-like man rushed into the room first.
The seven fighters following him filed in one after another.
In less than a second, all eight fighters flooded into the room.
However, in the next second, they all stood there, stunned and dumbfounded.
There was no one on the bed, and Chen Xuan was sitting on a rest chair, looking at them with a faint smile.
The eight of them looked puzzled and confused, was he not sleeping so late at night?
It seemed as though he knew they were coming tonight and was waiting for them specifically!
"Just the eight of you?"
Chen Xuan sneered disdainfully, "Who sent you? Zhao Yang? Or that young master from the provincial city?"
Humph!
The beast-like man snorted coldly, "Kid, there's no need for a dead man to know too much!"
"Prepare to die! I want to see how strong you are, whether you can withstand my punch of death!"
