Good luck doesn't last forever. After dealing with eight bandits in a row, Yang Chen's whereabouts were finally exposed.
"Something's not right." The thin scarred man finished his brutal assault and dealt with the humiliated woman, suddenly sensing a cold air and killing intent in the atmosphere. He scanned around, and corpses were already scattered on the ground.
"What's going on?"
The thin scarred man took a closer look and saw Yang Chen, who had just killed the eighth bandit.
"There are still remnants of Gu family, stay sharp everyone!" the thin scarred man shouted.
After being reminded by the thin scarred man, the remaining five people snapped back to attention.
"An enemy attack?"
"Still remnants?"
Each person became fully alert, their eyes on Yang Chen.
When they noticed the eight people around them had unknowingly fallen, they all gasped.
Such a young kid, only thirteen or fourteen years old, had single-handedly dealt with so many of them?
