An unarmed man telling an armed man with a machine gun not to move, or he would die, was an utterly comical sight, but the bandit couldn't find it funny at all.
This bandit was so terrified by Ye Chen's fierce demeanor that his eyes widened with fear. He could feel the overwhelming aura of bloodthirsty energy, and what terrified him most were those blood-red eyes!
Those blood-red eyes, lofty and cold, looked down on all living beings!
It seemed to the bandit as if he saw a field littered with corpses and a sky filled with blood through Ye Chen's blood-red eyes!
"Tell me, how many people do you have?" Ye Chen's blood eyes faded, he approached the bandit, and stared at him.
"Ten, seventeen!" the bandit stammered in fear, his legs trembling.
The young man's blood eyes gradually darkened, but the bandit became even more terrified as his gun was snatched by Ye Chen and twisted into an iron pretzel!
"Where are the others?" Ye Chen asked again.
