"You'd better scram while you still can!" Ye Chen coldly glanced at his opponent.
"Go to hell!" The other roared, his figure bursting forward once more, as he charged toward Ye Chen. Ye Chen didn't take his opponent seriously at all. In this world, aside from that little girl Yao Yue, he doubted anyone else could catch his attention, let alone a few ordinary retired soldiers. The adversary, baring his teeth and with a hunched back, held a dagger in reverse grip...
"Stop!" A delicate shout suddenly erupted from the crowd.
That guy couldn't stop even if he tried, clutching the dagger and charging rapidly toward Ye Chen. Without hesitation, Zhang Yantong raised her gun and shot the man's thigh. A sharp crack sent the surrounding spectators retreating, even though the gun was in the hands of a police officer, the fear of firearms still existed among the people.
