The yellow-haired leader gritted his teeth and bellowed, "Boys, together. There's no way we can't kill them when there are so many of us!"
The yellow-haired leader took the lead by pouncing on Sean once he finished speaking.
He swung his fist and slammed it into Sean's cheek like he was determined to knock Sean's nose out of place.
When the other hooligans saw this, they all pounced on Sean.
However, there was a ding at that moment.
There were suddenly dazzling rays bursting around Sean's body, and intense malice exuded from it.
Red blood flew into the air, and the hooligans around Sean fell to the ground, crying incessantly.
Sean's sword was so quick.
Forget about Shirley and Lisha. Even Timaeus, the old man skilled in Dragon Kingdom's martial arts, could not capture with naked eyes how Sean had struck his sword!
"What sword technique is this? It's amazing!"
Timaeus said in shock.
Sean did not kill the hooligans. He only wounded them with his sword.
In the blink of an eye, Sean had drawn his sword 13 times, stabbing each of the 13 hooligans around him.
Though the sword strike wounded them and knocked them onto the ground, none died.
Looking at the hooligans crying on the floor, Sean felt a deep sense of disdain.
How dare these people charge people money for killing? How ignorant!
"Who sent you?"
Sean asked.
The hooligans on the ground cried incessantly, but no one answered.
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