Lin Shuang instantly charged into the crowd.
In front of Yang Li, a dense crowd of bodyguards was protecting him.
As Lin Shuang suddenly burst into the crowd, Yang Li's face changed!
"Stop him!" Yang Li roared angrily!
Innumerable bodyguards drew their guns, attempting to shoot Lin Shuang.
But Lin Shuang was like a ghost, blinking into the throng.
"Pop, pop, pop!" His right hand spun, and the Ghost Crying Dagger was unsheathed.
Wherever he passed, swathes of opponents collapsed onto the ground one after another!
Yang Li, holding the young girl hostage, retreated again and again, "Lin Shuang!! If you dare come closer... I'll kill her right now!!"
Yang Li ruthlessly held the girl, his dagger already plunged deeply into her neck, just a millimeter away from severing her windpipe!
Yang Li was cold-hearted and brutal, not caring that the girl was only 18 years old. Should Lin Shuang dare to move forward, he was truly prepared to kill.
