There is still a hole in the center of the crack, and bricks have flown into the car.
"Gah!"
The tires slid across the ground, making a harsh scraping sound, and the Lexus slowly stopped on the side of the road.
A middle-aged figure stepped out of the car, stared at Samba with a gloomy face, and then walked over.
This middle-aged man is the number one master sent by the Yang family to assassinate Yang Chen, Qian Biao.
The moment he got out of the car, Samba felt a strong murderous aura coming towards him. Samba's expression instantly became very solemn, and he knew in his heart that this middle-aged man was a master.
"Are you sent by Yang Chen?"
Qian Biao easily guessed Samba's purpose.
Samba gave Qian Biao a cold look: "You want to kill Mr. Yang, are you worthy?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Samba had already punched Qian Biao and rushed towards him.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Qian Biao said indifferently, not feeling Samba's murderous intention at all, and just slowly walked forward.
The next second, Samba had rushed over and punched out.
"Bang!"
In the flash of lightning, Qian Biao suddenly stretched out an arm and grabbed Samba's fist fiercely.
Semba's expression changed drastically. He knew very well how much force he used in this punch, but now he was easily blocked by the opponent. It is conceivable that the opponent's power is far greater than his.
"With only this little strength, you dare to stop me?"
Qian Biao sneered, and a silver dagger suddenly appeared in his other hand. Without any hesitation, he stabbed Samba directly in the neck.
Samba didn't expect that the opponent would use a cold weapon as soon as he struck. A strong sense of crisis hit him, and he swung out another fist fiercely.
"Bang!"
Samba's fist hit Qian Biao's wrist, but it only slightly changed the trajectory of the dagger and still could not stop him from killing him.
Just when the dagger was about to pierce Samba's neck, a figure suddenly appeared.
"Go away!"
Ma Chao, who had been hiding in the dark, was like a beast out of the cage, punching Qian Biao in the chest.
Qian Biao felt his chest was hit by a powerful force, and he took seven or eight steps back before he stopped.
When Samba saw Ma Chao, he started to breathe heavily. He was just a little bit close to being killed.
"You are no match for him, get out of the way!"
Ma Chao said something to Samba and stared at Qian Biao closely.
Qian Biao and even Ma Chao could feel a sense of crisis in front of them. It was conceivable how strong the opponent was.
Qian Biao's blood surged in his body, and his eyes were full of horror. Ma Chao's punch actually knocked him back seven or eight steps.
"Who are you?"
Qian Biao adjusted his attitude slightly and suddenly spoke.
"A powerful man from the Northern Territory actually engaged in assassination. You are not worthy of the word "Northern Territory."
Ma Chao had a cold look on his face. From the moment Qian Biao took action, he had already recognized that the opponent's assassination technique came from the northern border.
Hearing Ma Chao's words, Qian Biao trembled and looked shocked: "You, who are you?"