"Damn, Jii Jie has betrayed us!"
As soon as Han Yu appeared, Ghost Face knew Jii Jie had betrayed them. Living life on the edge and always flirting with death, his instincts were finely honed; he could sense the danger emanating from Han Yu.
"Take him down!"
Without any hesitation, Ghost Face immediately gave the order.
The dozen or so of his henchmen in black clothes rushed up, brandishing steel pipes and baseball bats, surrounding Han Yu in their midst.
Not far away in the backseat of the Porsche Panamera, Lin Qingya quietly poked her head out, watching the developing trouble through the window.
Seeing Han Yu surrounded heavily by a dozen weapon-wielding assailants, Lin Qingya's hands clenched the leather seat tightly, her eyes full of worry.
She knew Han Yu had been a soldier and was good at fighting; she had even seen him defeat several bodyguards before.
But she was still worried; she feared those in black might play dirty, ambush him, or worse, have guns on them!
