The others were shocked when they saw Yang Yan break their comrade's leg with just one punch, exchanging glances in disbelief.
They were not ordinary people.
They were veterans from a secret unit, battle-hardened.
Especially in single combat, their skills were impeccable.
Yet, this unassuming young man in front of them disabled one of their comrades with just a punch, which was unbelievable.
It seemed that they had met a formidable opponent this time.
Despite witnessing Yang Yan's might, none of them backed down.
Without a word, they all tacitly pulled out batons from their waists and surrounded Yang Yan.
Yang Yan also had no interest in talking, standing tall without any intention of striking first.
Eventually, it was these few people who launched another attack.
The batons in their hands came crashing down toward Yang Yan's head relentlessly.
Yang Yan sneered, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
