"Hmph! With just these tricks, you think you can kill me? You're dreaming!"
As Cai Minghui's face twisted with malice, Ye Qiu already knew there were two people behind him, and they were pointing guns at him. He was well-prepared.
Just as the two gunmen were about to fire, Ye Qiu's figure blurred, and he kicked two stones underfoot.
"Pop, pop."
With two crisp sounds, the guns in the hands of the two gunmen immediately fell to the ground.
"What?"
The change occurred so quickly that the two gunmen didn't have time to react. They couldn't believe how Ye Qiu, with his back to them, could accurately strike the guns in their hands—did he have eyes on his back?
Before the two gunmen could react, Ye Qiu moved again, and with a swift stride, he was in front of them, unleashing his fists against their chests.
"Pfft, pfft!"
The two spat out large amounts of blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily to the ground. Their eyes turned black, and they lost consciousness.
