The fourth man in a black leather jacket walked up to Ye Luo, with a cruel smile on his face, cracking his knuckles loudly as a surge of fierce energy pulsed through him.
"I've always treated others the way they treat me. Are you sure you want to make a move against me? Honestly, I really don't like using force; it's too discordant."
Ye Luo curled his lip, looking at the fourth man with a playful expression.
Whoosh!
The fourth man's sinister eyes narrowed, and with a step, his body instantly appeared in front of Ye Luo as his hands, clad in black gloves, grabbed for Ye Luo's shoulders.
Had he caught him, the strength in the fourth man's hands were enough to shatter Ye Luo's shoulders and render his arms useless—a deed he had done many times before.
But he had vastly underestimated Ye Luo's strength and, because of that, his outcome was inevitably tragic.
The next second, just as Yang Meili was waiting for the fourth man to disable Ye Luo's hands, her expression froze in shock.