Che Renkang, at thirty-two, didn't have all the time in the world to live.
He was acutely aware that the situation was firmly under Mo Han's control, and even if the rest of the Storm Group members came together, they were no match for him.
A joke it was, Earth Rank martial artists were beyond the reach of these ordinary fighters.
And to threaten Mo Han using the little girl?
Che Renkang sneered at the thought. It wasn't about so-called martial virtue, but he had just witnessed Mo Han's handling of silver needles, capable of countering bullets, let alone their speed?
So, at this juncture, he didn't hesitate to choose to betray the Park Family, even though they had saved his life and he owed them his gratitude. But in the face of death, all could be abandoned.
Fearing that Mo Han might not find him sincere enough, Che Renkang knelt on the ground and began to kowtow resoundingly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of his head hitting the concrete reverberated in his ears.