"Die!"
Watching the tall and burly figure in front of him, Zhao Yang muttered under his breath, thrusting the dagger straight ahead, targeting Jason's lower back.
But just as the dagger was only a fist's distance away from Jason's back, Jason suddenly bent forward, his left leg swung up like a giant scorpion raising its tail.
Bang!
Zhao Yang's jaw was kicked hard, lifting his whole body off the ground, flying backward, crashing heavily against the wall.
After pausing for a full second, Zhao Yang's body slowly slid down.
His jaw had already shattered; more than half his face was crushed too, brain matter oozing out through his broken nostrils.
Zhao Yang twitched twice before he breathed his last.
To his dying moment, he couldn't comprehend how Jason was so fast.
Clearly, his physique suggested great strength, implying slowness rather than speed.
Jason turned his head to glance at Zhao Yang.
"This must be the leader of the group."
