C511 Something's Wrong

Ye Qinghui flicked his right hand, and the baton shot out.

As soon as he made his move, he charged forward.

What defense in this world could possibly shield against Ye Qinghui? The very thought seemed naive and childish.

If Ye Qinghui decided to breach a defense, it would be a matter of minutes, easily done.

He had already started.

He was determined to break through the defense