Daring to strike our brothers, looking for death, huh!
Ma Liang's icy gaze slightly concentrated while Jing Chen watched the situation unfold with cold indifference. Next moment, he suddenly and slightly curled his lips upward.
It seemed his role as team leader was superfluous this time.
Lifting his hand, he made a slight gesture, "Move in." His cold voice resonated.
Next moment, both parties (referring to Wu Ya's mouth and Xigua's people) almost moved their hands simultaneously.
"Damn it, I can't hold back anymore!" Wu Ya roared angrily, swooping down to pin the opponent to the ground. In their moment of slight stun, he swiftly snatched the gun from their waist. With a violent strike, he left the opponent half-dazed, head spinning without a sense of direction; then he punched the opponent's face several times with all his might, pummeling until they were nearly unrecognizable even to their own father.
Tsk, tsk, tsk… daring to hit his handsome face, he'd kill them.
