As the claws drew nearer and nearer, the faces of everyone present turned ugly.
However, Lin Chen suddenly retracted his aura and ceased to resist.
"This guy seems to know that he's no match and that resistance would be futile," Bragg's face revealed a ferocious grin.
But just as his hand was about to reach Lin Chen, Bragg's expression suddenly changed.
An abrupt figure appeared in front of Lin Chen, seizing Bragg's eagle-claw like hand.
"You guys are getting bolder, daring to run wild blatantly on Chinese soil. Do you really think all of us old bones are dead?" a cold voice said icily.
Bragg tried to withdraw his eagle claw, but felt a surge of energy being infused into the palm of his hand from its center.
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood sprayed out, Bragg's face turned pale, and he stumbled backward four or five steps before he could steady himself.
"Who are you?" Bragg looked at the sudden appearance of the old man, his expression growing ugly.
