The dense shrubbery was parted by a tall silhouette.
Fang Cheng walked out of the mist with his hands in the pockets of his training uniform, stepping on the slippery decaying leaves with a composed demeanor.
Ma Donghe and Hou Peng followed closely behind, each clutching a dagger, their eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
Confronted with these ruthless gangsters whose hands were freshly bloodied, although the two appeared calm, their hearts couldn't help but beat faster.
The bloody stench emanating from the assassins permeated the cold air, making it extremely pungent.
However, as their gaze fell upon Fang Cheng's unwavering figure, their tension remarkably dissipated.
With such a man ahead who could crush even mutant wild boars with a single punch, what was there to fear?
Seeing the three emerge from the trees, the three police academy students, trapped in dire straits, first rejoiced, thinking they were saved by strong reinforcements.
