Shi Yonghang's throat was squeezed by Chen Yang, his cheeks turned bright red, veins bulging, and his eyes almost popped out.
He wanted to resist, but his arms were dislocated, and Chen Yang stood on his legs, rendering him completely powerless.
At that moment, he felt fear, he felt helpless.
Chen Yang was too strong, he lacked even a shred of strength to fight back.
He considered himself skilled, but Chen Yang was obviously on another level of power, perhaps only the people of Wu Miao could contend with him.
Just as Shi Yonghang was about to suffocate, his face turned from red to pale, then to blue, until his eyes rolled back; only then did Chen Yang release his throat.
"Huh...huh...huh...
Shi Yonghang gasped for air, his oxygen-deprived brain dizzy, but gradually regained clarity.
He looked at Chen Yang, fearful, wanting to yell for the mercenaries to come to his aid, but fearing that as soon as he made a noise, Chen Yang would kill him.
