"Let him go," Wu waved a hand, signaling his men. His tone was weak, but his face was filled with reluctant frustration and a faint hint of hatred.
All four bodyguards had been following Wu for years and had fought many tough battles. The one standing in the middle was known as "Vulture," a notoriously ruthless figure in Qingshan City. Mentioning his name would change the color of many faces.
Vulture said nothing, his already harsh features grew fiercer, "Boss, are we really letting him go?"
"Oh, please," Su Xuan replied before Wu could respond, detecting the killing intent in Vulture's eyes, and said disdainfully, "You think you can stop me?"
"You're too arrogant," said Vulture. His arm suddenly exerted strength—a normal person could not withstand such a blow; their shoulder bones would definitely shatter.
Su Xuan snorted coldly, "Let me show you what being arrogant really means!"
