"Qin Heng! Do you really think you're an A-rank fighter?!" Lucas stepped forward, his golden hair gleaming, his handsome face stern as he shouted fiercely, "Who gave you the courage to burst in here alone?!"
BANG!
As soon as Lucas finished speaking, his body flew horizontally through the air, blood spraying into the sky. He crashed straight into a concrete wall. Blood poured out, his legs twitched a few times, and then he was still.
He was dead!
Qin Heng had launched a punch from a distance. The mere force of the fist's wind sent Lucas flying, killing him on the spot!
"Who gave you the courage to speak to me like that?" Qin Heng sneered coldly. He then turned his gaze to the others and said, "You're all the same. I don't accept rebuttals. I don't accept resistance. Kneel immediately and accept your deaths!"
These Americans are completely oblivious to the concept of death!
