"Trash! The organization has provided you with so many benefits, yet you can't even handle one person? What's the use of keeping you around?"
One of the purple-robed people glanced at the leading black-robed man, and then suddenly jabbed his hand into the black-robed man's chest.
At this moment, the black-robed man widened his eyes in shock, as if he'd seen something unbelievable, staring at the two purple-robed individuals.
"Ah! I told you, these two guys are obviously so powerful, but they arrived so late, they don't care about your life or death at all!"
Yang Yan didn't stop the actions of the two purple-robed individuals, instead gently shaking his head and watching the scene unfolding before him.
"This kind of trash is neither more nor less with him, keeping him is useless, it's better if he's dead. So, who are you?"
The purple-robed person withdrew their bloody right hand, squinted at Yang Yan, and asked slowly.
Yang Yan smiled lightly, replied with a question:
