What It Means to Throw a Punch

The bones in the back of the man surnamed Du creaked under unbearable strain. His face flushed red as he coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the deck crimson. The fear on his face was impossible to hide.

"This is ridiculous! My Bloodline Armament can automatically protect an Armed Envoy. His movements were faster than even my Bloodline Armament's automatic defense?"

Other than that terrifying existence ranked first, no one had ever been able to take him out before his Bloodline Armament deployed its automatic defense. Could this person's strength be comparable to that of the number one Armed Envoy?

The more the man surnamed Du thought about it, the more regret filled his heart. Blinded by profit, he had rashly attacked without knowing his enemy's strength.

He forced himself to calm down and consider how to escape this situation, but a howl of agony brutally interrupted his thoughts.

"Ahhh... my face..."

Chen Xu frowned slightly and looked at Ji Rang beside him, who was clutching his face and wailing like a ghost. His face had been cut by the shattered glass, and blood streamed through his fingers.

After asking a few "gentle" questions, Chen Xu had already figured out why they had come.

"So, you intended to imprison Chen as an experimental subject?" His voice was calm, without the slightest trace of anger, yet it inexplicably sent chills down everyone's spines.

Hearing his calm words, Ji Rang and the man surnamed Du could not help but shudder.

Fear snapped the string called reason in Ji Rang's mind. He cried and screamed, "Father... Father, save Ji! Ji still has such a bright future ahead of him. Ji doesn't want to die yet!"

When the middle-aged man aboard the ship saw his son on the yacht, his head covered in