Maple Leaf Country, on the highway to the airport.
A sharp crack rang out, and agonizing pain shot from the white man's wrist through his entire body.
His wrist had been forcibly snapped.
The gun in his hand fell to the ground as well.
Ye Yuan leaped over the vehicle and landed directly beside the white man's door on the other side.
With one companion after another getting hurt, the burly white man had been prepared.
But he had still underestimated Ye Yuan's combat ability.
One punch shattered the car window.
The glass did not slow his arm in the slightest.
One of Ye Yuan's hands clamped firmly around the burly white man's throat.
With a slight squeeze of his palm, the burly white man felt an unprecedented suffocating sensation spread through his body.
His limbs flailed wildly, but he had no chance to mount any effective counterattack against Ye Yuan.
He could only grab Ye Yuan's wrist tightly with both hands.
He tried to use his advantage in strength to pry away that evil claw around his throat, the claw that was leaving him unable to breathe.
Judging by their builds alone,
the white man's response should have been the best possible move at that moment.
Unfortunately for him, the Asian he had encountered was no ordinary man.
Not to mention that his throat was being restrained now, leaving him unable to exert much strength.
Even at his peak,
in terms of strength alone, Ye Yuan could have crushed him by several streets.
A few seconds passed. As breathing became increasingly difficult, the white man's hands finally went limp and slipped down.
His whole body fell unconscious from lack of oxygen.
As the white man lost consciousness, the previously panicked Ouyang Yushan decisively climbed over his body and scrambled