Before Yang Fei could react, the big man had already turned around, looming toward Yang Fei and Long Xiaoshuai like a heavy tank.
His eyes were filled entirely with cold indifference.
As if the two in front of him weren't people at all, but just two ants he could crush at will.
The Caucasian in the helicopter looked like this was all perfectly natural.
Between their casual words, they had already decided Yang Fei and Long Xiaoshuai's life and death.
Yang Fei hadn't made a move yet because he wanted to probe these two men's origins.
At this moment, in his heart he was already sure these two were, one hundred percent, Genetically Powered Individuals.
The muscleman big man's body flickered; his claws, sharp as blades, flashed straight toward Yang Fei and Long Xiaoshuai's hearts.
Yang Fei struck, easily seizing the muscleman big man's claw, then inch by inch twisted his wrist over.
The muscleman big man's eyeballs almost popped out.
His punch carried at least a ton of force.
