Chapter 348: THE OLD WARRIORS CLUB.

Entering the alley, the first thing that Clark noticed was that the buildings here were old and abandoned. No one was staying in this alley, it looked like a haunted street.

Whoosh!

He reacted immediately to the sudden change in airflow. Turning his body in a gravity-defying manner, he grabbed the strong legs that suddenly kicked at him before turning again for a back throw.

In just this one move, he knew that this was not the same assassin that shot the commissioner who he met a few minutes ago.

As soon as he threw the black vested newcomer down, he felt the airflow move strangely again, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw another black vested newcomer coming at him with a flying kick.

Clasping his hands together, he easily caught the flying legs, rotated his body before swinging the owner of the legs to the side to join his fellow newcomer.