Ling Yue appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he sneered again and again.
He hadn't expected it either. The few “pledges of allegiance” Old Yang had casually taken out weren't nobodies from the “Desert Scorpions” at all. They were elite fighters from a Chechen armed group in the Caucasus, a force that gave even the special forces of Europe and America a headache!
They'd really made themselves a powerful enemy this time...
