The fight wasn't over. But one thing was clear as the seconds passed and the four men kept glancing at each other from time to time...he wasn't just some casual civilian and was worthy of entering.
He belonged in the Inner Wall.
Maybe.
One of the four men pressed a button under his sleeve, and in the next moment, he whispered," He passes, he is very good at fighting, and I can feel that he is even hiding a thing or two."
The old man above couldn't help but wave his hand as he pressed a few buttons on the screen in front of him and uttered through the communication device," Hmm, you sure that's what you felt? From up here, we think he is ordinary and just a bit decent."
The younger one nodded at the old man's words. "If this level of fighting is passable, isn't our world doomed?" An ugly expression crossed his face as he clenched his fists tightly.
