"Let's go at it once again." Fenix smiled, his gaze sweeping over towards the six people who had already walked towards his direction with solemn expressions.
He then added, as his smile turned into a grin, "Who's going to fight me this time?"
"Which one of you is going to handle her? The others will follow me to finish him quickly." Old Yan glanced at his men.
"Let me handle her." A man in his early 30s stepped forward and licked his lips as he scanned Anya's body thoroughly.
When Fenix heard it, his grin immediately disappeared and was replaced with a grave expression, as he hadn't expected that five of them would go at him at once instead of splitting them or even focusing on fighting Anya.