Bai Hong's lips curled up when he heard Chu Ning's words.
Then, he adjusted the way he held the machete. The part that was the blade had become the back of the machete.
Before the two men could see Bai Hong's movements clearly, they were sent flying by his kick. The other man was very close to Bai Hong, but he was unable to land his metal rod on him.
The back of a machete was like a U-Lock, locking on his throat.
Even a wolf pack would choose to retreat when they met a tiger. A lone wolf was simply no threat to a tiger.
"Just for you, I will not kill them." Bai Hong slowly sheathed his machete after he finished speaking.
"Drive and follow me," Bai Hong spoke again.
Meanwhile, the man whose neck Bai Hong had held a knife to earlier was already drenched in cold sweat.
