Luo Chao had already seen this flying dart, but he did not stop it.
Because the dart was aimed at Chen Yaoyang's thigh, not his vital organs.
Puff!
The dart pierced precisely into Chen Yaoyang's thigh, and a stream of blood spurted out.
"Ah!" Chen Yaoyang cried out in pain, clutching his thigh, and rolled off the wheelchair.
At the same time, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
This person was wearing a black suit of armor, with a mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.
In his hand, he held a slender samurai sword, stained with fresh blood that was dripping down the blade.
Ninja!
"Hand him over to me." The ninja suddenly spoke to Luo Chao.
His voice, processed through a voice modulator under the mask, sounded mechanical.
"Don't, don't give me to him, I surrender, I concede!" Chen Yaoyang cried and crawled towards Luo Chao and Zhou Delong upon hearing the ninja wanted to take him away.
Luo Chao naturally understood why Chen Yaoyang was so scared.