One hundred ninety-eight, strike

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A sudden scream came from outside, and Wu Cilang was startled. He quickly got up and ran outside, only to witness a horrifying scene.

His men were falling one by one, yet the assailant was nowhere to be seen. What was going on? Even if it was a martial artist, they couldn't kill without showing themselves.

Regaining his composure, Wu Cilang turned and ran towards the parking lot. Regardless of the methods used by the opponent, his first priority was to save his own life.

He reached the car and quickly opened the door, shaking hands trying to insert the car key, but he couldn't fit the key into the ignition. He wasn't a coward, but today's events were just too bizarre.