Lu Beiyuan was barely hanging on to consciousness, refusing to fall.
If he hadn't been injured in a car accident, taking down these ten bodyguards would have been a piece of cake.
After all, during his time training in the army, his Kungfu skills were truly forged through real combat.
But he was injured, with limited upper body movement, and his left hand was virtually unusable.
His combat ability hadn't decreased by half, but at least by a third.
Only one man was left.
Lu Beiyuan knew very well that Fu Yanzhou was a man who never held back.
From the start, he had no intention of letting him go upstairs.
This last man must be the most skilled among the ten.
Lu Beiyuan struggled to stay on his feet, the taste of blood in his mouth keeping him alert.
He thought about how to end the fight as quickly as possible.
Given his current physical condition, the longer it dragged on, the less favorable the situation would be for him.
