"Excuse me, are you waiting for me?"
After Li Ang asked the question, he didn't wait for an answer and threw a punch. The sturdy car window glass shattered under his fist like it was made of potato chips, hardly posing any hindrance to him.
The next second, Li Ang's hand had already grasped his neck.
"Take me back to where you came from."
The guard John felt that what was around his neck was not a human hand; its hardness and strength were more akin to a mechanical arm.
The strength in the palm was controlled just enough for him to barely breathe but unable to make any sound.
John used almost all his strength to lift his arm and gently tap Li Ang's hand several times, indicating submission.
He had witnessed the power of "Strength" before, and in his opinion, the owner of the hand reaching in through the car window was of the same kind as "Strength." He had no desire to resist these people; hence even though there were firearms under his seat, he didn't reach for them.
