Wasted

Xia Wen did not come empty-handed. He took out the expandable baton strapped at his waist and engaged in a fierce fight with the group. It had been a long time since he needed to work out like this. He was glad for the chance to take part in a fight again.

There were more than 10 people fighting the lone Xia Wen, but they did not manage to take any advantage of him at all. Lu Miao watched from the side with some relish. Not long after, all the people whom Lu Miao brought with him were lying on the ground.

"Where's my wife?" Xia Wen asked again.

Lu Miao looked at the guys lying on the ground. There were so many of them and they could not even defeat one man? He thought these guys were from their team of elite fighters? Why were they so weak?

However, Xia Wen's injuries were not mild either. His left leg looked broken.