Luck would not last forever. After taking out eight bandits in a row, Yang Chen's trail was finally exposed.
"Something's wrong." After the thin, scar-faced man had finished his violence and dealt with the humiliated woman, he suddenly sensed a chill and killing intent spreading through the air. He swept his gaze around and saw corpses already strewn across the ground.
"What's going on?"
The thin, scar-faced man focused his eyes and happened to spot Yang Chen killing the eighth bandit.
"There are still remnants of the Gu Family! All of you, stay sharp!" the thin, scar-faced man barked.
At the thin, scar-faced man's reminder, the remaining five men shuddered and came to their senses.
"An enemy attack?"
"There are still survivors?"
One by one, they became alert and fixed their eyes on Yang Chen.
When they noticed that eight of their companions had already fallen around them without their realizing it, every one of them sucked in a cold breath.
A mere thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy had actually taken out so many of their companions by himself just now?
The thin, scar-faced man looked at Yang Chen expressionlessly and said in a cold voice, "Kid, I never expected the Gu Family to have hidden a genius like you. At such a young age, you've already taken out so many experts from our Bandit Gang. Heh heh, it seems your elders risked their lives to protect you just now, which was why our main force, already departed, failed to discover you. But you're too foolish. You actually dared to come out and throw your life away. The main force may be gone, but the few of us are still more than enough to deal with you."
"Fourth Brother, this brat isn't from the Gu Family. His name is Yang Chen,"