Jiema's memories started from when he was a Level 6, though it had only been four years. Since his birth, he had never seen anyone daring enough to challenge a Level 8 New Human across a gap of two or three levels.
And those Japanese, the highest among them were only Level 6 New Humans, merely three of them, and the rest were all Level 5—daring to surround a Level 8 New Human, what were they thinking?
A desperate final struggle? In such a scenario, the fishes would utterly rot, and the net wouldn't even lose a single thread!
About a dozen men in black thus surrounded the Level 8 New Human, taking him on in a many-against-one situation, yet there was no trace of fear on his face; instead, he almost burst out laughing.
"Are you kidding me, just you guys? Just your rotten fish and shrimps? A bunch of squirts! With you? What do you want? To kill me, or just to stop me? Hmm? Hahaha!"
