Fatty, the Group Leader, didn't panic at all. He raised his left arm and viciously hit the face of the deputy Group Leader, causing green cracks to instantly spread across his body.
Like shattered porcelain, the deputy Group Leader's flesh peeled off in pieces and, before hitting the ground, turned into wisps of green smoke that dispersed.
In the time it takes to breathe, the deputy Group Leader completely disappeared, leaving only his Protective Clothing sprawled across the seat.
"It really is troublesome, having to promote another deputy Group Leader again." The deputy that followed Fatty for half a year had died without stirring any compassion in him; he was as indifferent as if he were dealing with a stranger.
For Fatty, every Group Member was a card in his hand, and their value depended only on the timing of their play!
"Don't finish it off too quickly. Observe what kind of attack methods it has."
