Xu Yang had lost his patience.
He was now on a desolate mountain in Northern Myanmar, and these people definitely harbored no good intentions.
Nothing but kidnapping, extortion, blackmail.
Or even illegal organ trading.
After all, Xu Yang belonged to the ranks of the wealthy, and a rich man venturing alone into the mountains made an easy target for these types.
It was the first time Xu Yang had erupted like this, holding nothing back.
This was truly a fight for his life.
The other six were clearly stunned. Two of them down with just two moves?
Could he be that exaggerated?
The gang's leader, Ahua, didn't believe in superstitions and signaled the others to join the fray.
Xu Yang looked carefully and, seeing that none of the opponents had guns, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
No guns, that made things easier.
After all, guns were faster from beyond seven steps, and even more accurate and deadly within seven steps.
