"But whether you can make it to me, that's another story,"
Yang Huaheng's voice was filled with undeniable pride and arrogance, brimming with confidence.
Tang Yi's expression was solemn as he stared directly into a surveillance camera hidden in a corner. A slight movement of his ears, and he knew that the courtyard was teeming with assassins.
Especially at the entrance to Yang Huaheng's study, there was a particularly powerful presence.
Yang Huaheng was hiding in his study. If Tang Yi wanted to kill him, he would have to break through these defenses.
"You cur, even your father can't save you now!"
Tang Yi spoke quietly, "Today, you are certain to die!"
Yang Huaheng, enraged and humiliated, yelled, "Bastard! Today, I'll catch you and make you wish you were dead!"
"Knife Squad, get him for me!"
He immediately gave the order, and from the darkness emerged more than thirty men armed with sharp knives.
