If the other side hadn't used a gun to threaten Zhou Hanyun and the others, Yang Yan wouldn't have bothered to pursue the matter.
But since he did, he must be prepared to face the consequences.
"What happened just now was a misunderstanding. After all, the young master didn't harm anyone, so why be so aggressive?"
The burly man stared at Yang Yan and said slowly.
Facing Yang Yan, he didn't know why the fear within him kept growing stronger.
He had experienced violence before.
Not just knives, even bullets he had endured.
Yet when this young man stood before him, the feeling was as if he was facing a prehistoric beast, stifling him, almost making him breathless.
"Misunderstanding?"
Yang Yan finished speaking, then suddenly charged at the burly man.
The burly man didn't even have time to react before a sharp pain struck his left hand.
He looked down, his left hand was already twisted beyond recognition.
