"I think their safety does not require anyone else's protection!"
Yang Yifeng whispered, his face carrying a hint of cold sharpness.
"Hmph, refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, attack, capture the woman alive, kill the men!"
Cliton's eyes suddenly surged with murderous intent as he gave the command.
Immediately, four black men charged from behind him. Each of these men wielded close-quarters combat weapons, and their bodies emanated a thick scent of blood, clearly indicating they had taken many lives!
The surrounding passengers were horrified at the sight, and the cabin was suddenly filled with all sorts of screams! Cliton turned his head abruptly, his voice icy cold.
"So annoying!"
"Swoosh!"
Almost at the moment he spoke, two streaks of black light flew from his hands and instantly entered the foreheads of two screaming passengers.
"Whoever screams again, go down and keep them company..."
Silence!
