Entering the Plot

"You..." An Yang furrowed his brow.

Just now, he had almost instinctively asked, "You know me?" Fortunately, he had reacted quickly enough not to say it aloud.

"You what? You actually dared to come here? You've got some nerve!" The man snorted coldly, a vicious glint in his eyes. He strode out of the room and charged toward An Yang.

"Brant, stop!" the woman hurriedly shouted.

Seeing how clearly the two of them knew each other, An Yang felt utterly exasperated. Damn it, I'm the only one who knows nothing!

He turned to size up the man. He was a typical white man, about six foot two, with a strong build that counted as impressive even among the security personnel. He was good-looking, too.

But the two of them seemed to have some deep-seated grudge, enough for him to attack on the spot despite the gun in An Yang's hands.

An Yang was currently on a security assignment. If he suffered a violent assault, he was authorized to open fire immediately. If the situation was serious, he would not even be punished for killing someone.

In an instant, Brant reached An Yang.

The woman tried to stop him, but Brant shoved her aside with one hand.

"Get out of the way!"

"Whoosh!"

A powerful hook came swinging in.

By Chinese convention, when hitting someone, you did not hit the face. By international convention, however, you hit the face first, then followed up with a brutal strike to the abdomen!

An Yang merely drifted one step backward, neatly dodging both attacks. His hands stayed fixed around his gun as he suddenly kicked toward Brant's stomach.

"Bang!"

A muffled impact rang out.

Brant's body shot backward. He did not stop until he slammed into the metal wall with a bang, his face