"Will they come out?"
"Some will, some won't, there're too many, I can't handle them all." The woman said, and after a short while, she stopped and her expression turned solemn.
"What's wrong?"
"Someone's coming?"
"Huh?"
Tang Ye looked towards where the woman was looking, and saw more than a dozen people wearing black overcoats walking this way.
"You deal with them."
"Me?"
"If not you, then who, me?"
Tang Ye furrowed his brows and said reluctantly: "Should I kill them?"
"Just knock them out."
"I might not be able to do that."
"Really?"
"I'm afraid I can't control my power."
"Is it that exaggerated?" the woman skeptically looked at Tang Ye.
