Six years ago, his clan was annihilated, and like a stray dog, he was forced to flee. Six years later, he had achieved outstanding feats, his mighty name terrifying the universe. It was during the celebration of Lin Bei's countless victories that he unexpectedly learned his daughter had been cut open, and his wife persecuted. Enraged and on the brink of madness, Lin Bei led thousands of troops to rescue his wife and daughter…
Lin Bei had a headache, not knowing how to explain to Zhang Yixin.
How would ordinary people understand the existence of the Black Scale Combat Knife?
"Actually, that knife isn't anything special, just an ordinary knife."
Lin Bei simply bluffed on the spot.
Full of doubts, Zhang Yixin refrained from asking more questions; Lin Bei's safe return was more important than anything else.
As Lin Bei drove, suddenly, a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Honey, hold on tight to the handle."
Zhang Yixin was about to ask why when she saw Lin Bei abruptly step on the gas, and the car shot forward like an arrow off its string.
The strong force of acceleration almost made her fall over.
After Lin Bei accelerated, nearly twenty cars behind him also sped up instantly.
A burly man on one of the off-road vehicles opened the sunroof and climbed out.
On his shoulder, he was holding a rocket launcher.