C7 Descending

Sun Yang sneered. Trash with weapons was still trash.

"Bam!"

He sent another hoodlum flying with a kick.

"Bam!"

"Bam!"

In the blink of an eye, other than the tattooed man in the lead, everyone else was lying on the ground, howling in pain.

"A bunch of trash!"

The big man roared in anger and swung the machete in his hand.

With a turn of his body, Sun Yang dodged the killing blow