"Seeking death!"
Han Yu let out a low shout, gripping the retractable staff in his hand and charging forward with the swiftness of a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
With each fall of Han Yu's wrist, a black-clothed person was surely knocked to the ground.
Just in the time it took to exchange a glance, he had already dealt with five men.
These five Beipu underlings lay toppled on the ground, their angry and painful roars echoing throughout the teahouse hall.
"The one who's damned is you!"
At this moment, Bella and her three subordinates had already charged over, each reaching into their bosoms and pulling out a bag of lime powder, hurling it directly towards Han Yu.
The bags containing lime powder were very thin, easily burst to spill their contents upon even a slight touch.
