Who?
All eyes turned toward the entrance of the bar, where a young man in white stood, his presence radiating an aura of lethality.
The man was none other than Ye Wudao, who had hurried over.
Ouyang Na looked up and upon seeing Ye Wudao come to her rescue, her beautiful eyes shimmered with hope, "Mr. Ye... Ye Wudao..."
"So you're the man behind Blood Rose, huh? Haha, kill him for me. I want him to understand that a woman like Rose is not something a piece of trash like him can covet!" Centipede sneered with laughter.
"You little punk, die!" An assassin charged at Ye Wudao with his blade.
"Seeking death!" Ye Wudao's body flashed as he easily dodged the attack, his right hand effortlessly seizing the assassin's neck, lifting him straight off the ground.
The assassin's eyes were filled with terror, his face turning purple as he gasped for air.
"Die!" Ye Wudao's fingers were like dragon claws as he instantly snuffed out the killer's life.
