"And now?!" Ye Chen was like a hunter, and Bartel was his chosen prey.
"Hmph, do you think I can't deal with you like this?" Bartel sneered coldly, quickly drew two daggers from his waist, and rushed towards Ye Chen. Ye Chen, agile and nimble, dodged his attack. Bartel's dagger grazed across Ye Chen's face, and a lightning-like glint flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. His arm shook, and with a thunderous speed, he swung his arm.
His arm was like a thick steel rod, striking hard against Bartel's chest. Bartel immediately felt a heavy pain in his chest. His whole body was blown several meters away by Ye Chen. Bartel was dumbfounded, the pain in his chest paled in comparison to the shock and fear in his mind.
"You..." Bartel stared at Ye Chen in amazement.
"Hmph, you're the retired Special Forces soldier from the UK, right?" Ye Chen smirked.
"How do you know?" Bartel was taken aback.
