"Dead or alive, if you try something funny on me, you're all going to get cut to pieces," Yu Haiyang threatened, narrowing his eyes. He was positive if anything were to happen to him, his uncle would avenge him.
The men with the helmet on cackled. One of them pointed to Yu Haiyang, his tone sarcastic, "I can't tell if you're dumb or putting up an act because we're all wearing helmets. Our eyes here—we altered them using makeup too. If we decide to kill you tonight, your uncle won't find us. So what if he's powerful and supreme? No one in the world could have recognized us, even our mothers."
Yu Haiyang could only clench his fists tight.
