On the way to Yanglan Cliff.
The man who just finished a phone call with the jungle man sat in the passenger seat.
His skin was very dark, as if he had just crawled out of a coal mine, but his gleaming white teeth were particularly striking.
He turned his head toward the back where Anthony was bound and said, "Anthony, do you think Xu Hao can actually save you?"
Anthony gave him a cold look and said, "Even if he can't save me, he tried his best. I won't blame him. But you guys, you dare not fight him head-on and instead resort to underhanded tricks."
"Hmph! In my opinion, Xu Hao is not worth worrying about at all! The reason we don't want to confront him directly is that we don't want to waste time and manpower."
The man snorted coldly, "We have a hundred ways to make him die on the spot, all different, but after research and discussion, we still feel that this method is the best. Dying in such a place would not tarnish the reputation of a Grandmaster Level Expert."