The four of them suddenly lit up with excitement, almost setting the grass on the hillside ablaze.
As they grew more and more excited, their target finally came into view.
With the car still twenty meters away, the four charged out like cheetahs.
The gaunt man raised his hand and flung a dagger.
The dagger pierced the windshield, startling Tang Ruoyu, who was driving.
Damn it, if he'd misjudged the throw, wouldn't he have been done for?
He hurriedly slammed on the brakes, then looked at Tang Yu in anger.
"Bro, someone's picking a fight. I'll get out and teach them a lesson."
The car had a dashcam, so he had to say something like that on purpose to prove his innocence.
"Go ahead."
Tang Yu gave him a knowing look. That damn guy was still putting on an act.
Tang Ruoyu was delighted. He pushed open the car door, clenched his fists, and charged at the four members of the Death Squad.
His fighting ability wasn't even worth mentioning.
The moment he reached them, one of the men easily struck him on the neck with a knife hand, knocking him unconscious.
Tang Yu had already unfastened his seat belt and gotten out of the car.
He looked over the four men, his expression calm. "Ye Chen sent you?"
"Why would a dead man need to know that much?"
One of the short men sneered and charged forward, punching at Tang Yu.
As a peak Yellow Realm Ancient Martial Artist, he was a master!
A so-called rich second-generation like this could be killed with a single casual blow!
Tang Yu stood there, utterly unruffled and completely still, letting the punch strike him in the face.
After the punch landed,
he remained rooted to the spot.
The short man who'd thrown