At this moment, the Tata War God was surrounded and beaten by the Peace Elite Team of Oak City, in an inside-out three-layered formation. The batons had strength, the hits had precision, the rhythm had density, and the broadcast had heat. Although there was endless humiliation and helplessness, at least he could enjoy top global traffic.
But after seeing the in-chat rockets and the bloodthirsty frenzy instantly ignited among the live audience, Tata was instantly scared out of his wits!
If he were really to be beaten into paralysis and end up like Chun, not to mention his rank as the world's 12th might not survive, his professional career would also be thrashed by batons.
Pleading with these thugs was useless. There was no time to privately contact the Ten Lords, so he could only announce the secret live to the global audience!
