Seeing these people rush in, the middle-aged man known as Blackie instantly brightened up, and the woman also wore a triumphant expression.
Onlookers, fearful of being caught in the ensuing brawl, quickly stepped back, clearing the space. Many eyes turned to the young man, all thinking the same thing.
"Weren't you acting all tough just now? Said you'd settle this for someone? Now that Blackie's backup has arrived, let's see how you handle it."
As the person involved, Wang Yu showed no reaction, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he wasn't worried in the slightest.
As an assassin, he had long been accustomed to high-stakes situations; not just a rush of twenty or thirty unarmed hoodlums, but even if twenty or thirty soldiers armed with heavy weapons were to charge in, he wouldn't show a hint of fear.
