Hearing Han Yu's voice, Pang Feiyan's body shuddered violently.
The four henchmen nearby reacted, especially Zhang Peng, who, without hesitation, turned around. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a fierce leg wind struck, brutally breaking Zhang Peng's wrist. The force of the blow sent him flying ten meters away.
The other three hadn't drawn their guns yet, but they were also sent flying to the ground by Han Yu, losing their ability to fight.
After dealing with these people, Han Yu casually walked up to Pang Feiyan with his hands in his pockets. He didn't speak, just stared at her.
Pang Feiyan felt panic under his gaze, suppressing her anger and fear, and said, "You... what exactly do you want to do?"
Han Yu still didn't answer; his eyes, sharp as knife blades, continued to stare at Pang Feiyan as though he was a tiger that had been starving for days.
