The man was tall and imposing, wearing a jacket, his arms rippling with muscle and explosive power. He said coldly, "Let him come."
Yan Chen's father's expression changed. "Third Brother, if we confront him directly, we're no match for him."
Yanzhong shook his head. "I won't face him head-on. When it comes to Yin-Yang Techniques, he might be a match for Inborn Experts, but so what? We've planted a large amount of explosives here. We'll just blow him up."
Yan Chen's father thought for a moment, then nodded. "Good idea."
Yanzhong said, "We'll use that old man as bait. The moment he enters, we'll detonate."
Grandpa Zhang was a sixty-year-old man, dressed like a farmer, panic written all over his face. Seeing that the two children were unharmed, he sighed in relief.
Yanzhong pointed to Grandpa Zhang and said, "Strap bombs to him, and place as many as possible all around this room—the more, the better."
Some mercenaries nodded and got to work.
