Several seconds later, people quietly appeared at the doorways and windows one by one as they surrounded Luke.
They remained silent and simply observed him.
Their hands twitched, but they managed to hold back.
The bodies of five elite assassins were intimidating enough; they at least had more impact than the bodies of more than a hundred regular assassins.
For a moment, the air in the factory almost froze.
Standing in the center, Luke didn't do anything. Like a tiger, he observed the wolves that were slowly taking advantage of his position.
"Boogeyman, what are you waiting for?" The voice of an old man rang out, and Sloan walked out of a dark passage as he frowned at Luke.
Luke said, "You."
Sloan asked, "Are you going to beg for mercy?"
Luke shook his head. "No, I'm just afraid that you'll run."
A fierce light flashed in Sloan's eyes. "Then what are you waiting for?"