Yang Ming did not accelerate, he just approached the person he had locked onto, step by step.
The five touch-activated Light Shields around him were all lit.
Screams rose around them as three agents frantically shot at Yang Ming. The person who Yang Ming had locked onto seemed angered by his indifferent expression, and suddenly grabbed a wine bottle, charging at Yang Ming.
He swayed to the left, thrusting his fist forward.
Yang Ming's movements were crisp and efficient; the bottle grazed past his shoulder and fell, while his fist already pounded the opponent's abdomen, causing the person to curl up.
A knee thrust, followed by an elbow strike.
The agent's body knelt down, collapsed, and shivered a few times, spitting out bloody foam from his mouth.
The crowd in the dance floor had completely erupted, screaming and dashing in all directions. Two young women behind the DJ booth hugged their heads and squatted down, but the loud music did not stop.
