The middle-aged man who had injured Zhang Yanhong was the first to appear in front of Chen Dong, regarding him as if he were looking at a dead man.
Huang Qilin's other subordinates appeared on Chen Dong's left, right, and behind him, blocking all possible escape routes.
"Kneel, surrender, and perhaps you'll receive a swift death."
"Dare to resist, and I'll make sure you learn what it means to prefer death to life."
Chen Dong's face was expressionless. He scanned his surroundings and his gaze fell on the middle-aged man who had injured Zhang Yanhong, "If you want to break my limbs, then let's see if you have the ability."
The middle-aged man who injured Zhang Yanhong let out a cold chuckle, "Still so tough when death is upon you."
"Then let's show you what a Martial Artist is."
