"What do you guys think we should do?"
Fatty Black Bonez asked as he gazed at the group of ten, which looked more like fools in his eyes.
He couldn't fathom why this group of fools would emit killing intent toward them.
"Isn't it obvious, stupid?"
"We kill them."
Fatty Black Bonez scratched the back of his head as he heard Rosa's indifferent voice. He was not stupid. He knew what they had to do. It just felt unnatural to him.
If there was an ability one needed in the Underworld, it was the ability to know how to survive.
One needs to know who they can afford to offend and who they cannot afford to offend.
And ten tier 2's emitting killing intent towards three tier 3's was definitely the peak of foolishness in his eyes, especially when the tier 3's were definitely beyond average tier 3's.
'Unless they have a backing or a trump card that could kill all of them.'