A Little Punishment as a Warning?

Without anyone knowing where he had produced it from, Yang Hao began munching on a carrot, watching Huang Yu as he ate.

Huang Yu felt a chill under his stare, as if he had been targeted by a mad dog.

He instinctively took a step back. Only after standing beside the others did he feel a sliver of security.

But the next moment, Huang Yu realized he had lost his composure. He had actually been scared back by one of Red Ghost's men. If word got out, how would he show his face again?

He darkened his expression and said coldly, "Drag it away."

Whoosh!

A long saber stabbed into the ground in front of Huang Yu, its hilt still trembling.

Yang Hao finally finished his carrot and spat out the scraps, the corners of his mouth lifting. "So what if it's public property?"

"Mister Red Ghost hasn't nodded. No one gets to take anything from us—not even a single hair!"

Huang Yu shouted, "You bastard Yang, you've got some nerve, talking to me like that!"

"You're just a dog under Red Ghost. Where did you get the courage to speak to me that way?"

"What, you want to fight?"

Yang Hao shrugged. "Fight?"

"Anyone who dares take our things right under my nose, I'll kill him!"

Huang Yu sneered. "Red Ghost isn't even the head of the Xuanming Department yet. Don't you think you're being too presumptuous?"

"Take a look at where you are."

"Do you think this is the territory of your Team 7? You're just a mad dog, and you dare run wild here? Get lost!"

Yang Hao gave a lazy smile and gestured. "Let Captain Huang see whether we dare be presumptuous."

The men behind him all roared angrily, raising their pistols and rifles and pointing