"Dead or alive, if you try something funny on me, you're all going to get cut to pieces," Yu Haiyang threatened, narrowing his eyes. He was positive if anything were to happen to him, his uncle would avenge him.
The men with the helmet on cackled. One of them pointed to Yu Haiyang, his tone sarcastic, "I can't tell if you're dumb or putting up an act because we're all wearing helmets. Our eyes here—we altered them using makeup too. If we decide to kill you tonight, your uncle won't find us. So what if he's powerful and supreme? No one in the world could have recognized us, even our mothers."
Yu Haiyang could only clench his fists tight.
When the gang of men saw how headstrong he was, their audacity swamped. They noticed the girl behind him and teased, "Why the glum look, Master Yu? Should anything happen, you'll still have the pretty lady with you through thick and thin. Oh, I know—you'll be ward mates, too, having the company of one another. Isn't that great?"
