Hearing the words of the two brawny men, Murong Yu shrank back in fear.
Zhang Xiaomeng, however, remained calm. With his current strength, dealing with these two men was very easy.
He grabbed Murong Yu's hand and said in a deep voice,
"Don't worry, these two bastards are no match for me."
The warm and strong grip of the man's hand slightly calmed Murong Yu's panicked heart.
But just then, the two brawny men suddenly sneered and pulled out two handguns from their bosoms.
The barrels of the guns aimed directly at Zhang Xiaomeng and Murong Yu, which even took Zhang Xiaomeng by surprise; he hadn't expected these men to be armed with guns.
Murong Yu turned even paler with fear and stood still, not moving an inch.
"Kid, we knew you were good, so we came prepared," one of the men said with a smirk.
"Heh heh, you're dead meat today," another added.
As they said this with a sneer, their greedy gaze shifted to Murong Yu.
