Yang Chen looked up and saw Yan Buxue's cocky demeanor. He flashed a smile.
"Who are you calling a bastard?" Yang Chen asked.
Yan Buxue raised his eyebrows and laughed, pointing at Yang Chen as if he had seen something hilariously amusing.
"Of course, who else here besides you? Unless—"
Before Yan Buxue could finish, he was suddenly cut off.
"Aaargh!!—"
A blood-curdling scream pierced the air like a wolf's howl in the dead of night. Yan Buxue was launched into the air like a missile, tracing a fierce arc before crashing down onto the roof of the nearby Lincoln limousine!
Blood splattered in mid-air, and when he finally landed with a thud against the car, droplets sprayed onto the faces of the two bodyguards.
"Second Master!"
"Second Young Master!!"
