Seeing the situation turning bad, the manager immediately retreated, wanting to leave quietly.
Yang Cheng glanced out of the corner of his eye, gathered his strength, and swung a palm. The manager let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood.
Two middle-aged men saw this scene, their faces changed with fear, then suddenly they pulled out guns from their waists and pointed them at Yang Cheng.
"Kid! You've got some moves, but too bad, no matter how good you are, you're not faster than a bullet. If you're smart, kneel down and plead for mercy, otherwise I'll shoot you dead!"
The man looked smug, his eyes widened.
Daring to disturb their good deed, this kid was definitely going to die today, but before dying, they still wanted to humiliate him a bit.
Seeing the gun in his hand, the faces of three women turned pale, hastily saying: "Sir, don't worry about us, just leave quickly!"
