Thud, thud, thud...
Fifty black-clad individuals running together made for a rather spectacular sight.
Less than half a minute had passed before they appeared before Qin Yu, lining up in two neat rows.
They held batons in their hands, looking at Qin Yu with stern expressions.
"Charge!"
The first black-clad individual rushed forward.
Thump...
Qin Yu stretched out his hand, covered the man's face, and pressed him down to the ground.
Bang...
The black-clad man crashed heavily onto the ground, passing out.
Although Qin Yu had killed people, he was not the type to slaughter indiscriminately. His intent was simply to incapacitate these men.
"Charge..."
The second and third black-clad individuals rushed up in succession.
In their hearts, they understood that in today's battle, they were just cannon fodder, meant to wear down Qin Yu's strength.
Even if these individuals were weak, it still required strength to knock them down with punches and kicks.