The savages who were ambushing on both sides, Lin Dong and others, laughed strangely, raised their feet and kicked those people on the head, knocking them out directly.

The remaining dozen or so people were shocked by the scene in front of them. They had never thought that someone was ambushing them here. Just when they were about to make a move, a figure suddenly rushed in front of them. The shadow of a fist in his hand was like lightning, and he aimed fiercely at them.

It went up and down on their heads.

There were a few bangs, and with the blessing of Qin Yuan's god-level power, before a few people could react, their eyes fell into darkness.

In the blink of an eye, most of the dozen or so aggressive late-night attack teams fell to the ground, while the remaining people also let out pitiful wails under the siege of Zhang Shuai and other assassins.

The two ghosts and Rakshasa who looked at this scene behind them were really dumbfounded. More than thirty experienced instructors went to sneak attack a group of new recruits, but the whole army was wiped out. They were beaten and screamed repeatedly, which made people almost helpless.

Look directly.

They were originally trying to prevent the recruits from having any problems with the instructors, but now it was completely reversed, and the two of them were extremely shocked.

"Stop, stop fighting, you won!" The ghost reacted suddenly and yelled anxiously.

Seeing the two instructors coming over, Qin Yuan coughed lightly, and all the assassins put down their fists and stood behind him, their eyes full of excitement and refreshment.

Looking at the people on the ground who had been beaten to bruises and even fainted, the corners of their mouths twitched uncontrollably: "We are all our own people, is it necessary to be so cruel?"
Chapter completed!