"What?"
"I told you to cover Yura's eyes," Chen Zhao said. "After all, if I get beaten up too badly later, it'll affect my image as her brother."
Bill felt speechless. How come he could joke even in this situation?
"Kid," the big mercenary rasped out. "Are you ready? I'm going to take revenge for my brothers."
Chen Zhao reached out and squeezed his shoulders and neck. "Shouldn't you be prepared to die when doing a job like yours? Why do you still want to take revenge?"
"My actual brother died in your hands! Shouldn't I take revenge?"
"Bobo, why are you wasting time talking?" the mercenary leader yelled. "Crush his head!"
"Go die!"
Bill immediately covered Yura's eyes. Chen Zhao stepped forward and swung his right arm.
Crack!
The right fist of the mercenary named Bobo was instantly shattered.
But Chen Zhao's punch didn't slow down. His fist smashed into Bobo's head without any delay.
