The burly man, in desperation, picked up a machete from the ground.
His four underlings, so formidable in their own right, had been taken out by this man in just moments. What chance did he have?
Though he knew he stood no chance against his opponent, the burly man dared not disobey Hu Lian's orders. Gripping the machete tightly, he shouted angrily and then charged directly at the handsome man.
The handsome man watched the burly one charge at him with composure, as if the one about to be struck down wasn't him at all.
And just as the burly man reached him, the handsome man suddenly lashed out with a kick.
The burly man had no way to dodge the kick, and in an instant, was sent sprawling to the ground, convulsing and foaming at the mouth.
"Kid, put your hands on your head..." It was at this moment that a pistol suddenly appeared in Hu Lian's hand.
There was even a silencer attached to that pistol. Even if she fired here, people outside would hardly hear it.