Chapter 464: Legends of Our Family are Everywhere

Zhang Menglong, as an Ancient Martial Artist, was extremely sensitive to murderous intent. Although each of these soldiers carried a certain aura of killing intent, it was just a part of their demeanor.

The killing intent he had just felt from these soldiers was directed at him personally, which would not have been present if they had started with a salute by gunfire.

Zhang Menglong looked at Sartre, whose forehead was dotted with fine beads of sweat. His eyes flitted about when they met Zhang Menglong's gaze, avoiding direct eye contact like a child who had done something wrong facing an adult's interrogation.

Clearly, Sartre had truly intended to take action against him, but how did it turn halfway through and suddenly shift attitude?

Even the lieutenant at Sartre's side was completely baffled. Hadn't they agreed on kidnapping Zhang Menglong, demanding a ransom, and then disposing of him? These orders had all been passed down to his troops as well.