The rusty machete was pressed against Bu Yang's throat, and the coldness of the blade penetrated into his skin. Wang Hu smiled ferociously, showing his yellow teeth: "Boy, if you are wise, hand over everything you have on you, and grandpa can keep your whole body!" The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and among the ruins of the abandoned city, killing seemed to be commonplace. However, Bu Yang did not panic like other lone travelers, but instead looked up to the sky and laughed.
