Chen Yang then abandoned the sharp dagger in his hand, casually taking the military dagger from You Lang and plunged it directly into the heart of the assassin on the left.
At the same time, his right hand reached the neck of the assassin on the right, and with a crack, he crushed the assassin's throat.
These series of actions were as quick as a striking hawk snatching a rabbit, so fast that even high-speed cameras couldn't capture them.
It was not until now that a strange grating noise emerged from You Lang's throat.
That was the sound of his lung lobes vibrating due to forcefully inhaling air after his throat had been slashed.
"Didn't suffer too much in death!"
Chen Yang's lips revealed a hint of a cold smile, no longer paying any attention to the four corpses in the rear of the truck but instead turned to look at the back window of the pickup.
At the rear window, there appeared the mocking face of a foreign man, then the pickup suddenly made a sharp turn.
