Faced with a hand that appeared out of nowhere, Chen Pingchuan instinctively spun around. His right hand formed a claw, ready to deliver a fatal blow before his assailant could react. At the very least, he had to break free from the physical restraint.
However, a familiar and good-natured male voice suddenly sounded from behind, reaching Chen Pingchuan's ears and halting his attack.
"Brother Chuanzi, it's me."
Chen Pingchuan turned to face the person behind him, and the tension and vigilance he felt instantly dissipated.
The man was two-point-two meters tall, with a burly and robust frame that looked to weigh well over a hundred kilograms. Who else could it be but Guo Yihang?
Guo Yihang first gestured for Chen Pingchuan to be silent, then motioned for him to follow.
