"You're here to rob us?!!"
The middle-aged man's face was furious.
"That's right, we're here to rob you!"
Yang Tian flickered and was already in front of the middle-aged man. He reached out and pinched, grabbing the man's neck and lifting him up alive.
"You... you..."
The middle-aged man struggled desperately, trying to kick Yang Tian.
Yang Tian flipped his left hand and struck with a palm.
Crash!
With just one hit, the middle-aged man's whole body seemed to disintegrate, his legs weakly collapsing.
"They're bandits. Let's shoot them!"
The surrounding thugs panicked.
They each pulled out handguns and shot at Yang Tian.
Yang Tian smiled coldly, swung his hand, and the middle-aged man was thrown into the crowd.
The sound of gunfire rang out, and bullets all hit the middle-aged man's body, causing him to scream in despair, "What are you doing... it's me..."
But within moments, the middle-aged man was riddled like a sieve.
"Max is dead, Max is dead..."
