Alexander's Chinese was excellent, so he clearly felt the chill in the air. Upon hearing Song Yun's words, Alexander's expression darkened, and he clenched his fist, saying to Song Yun, "Since you're so stubborn, I can only make you suffer a bit. I'll knock you down and take you back, then I'll slowly deal with you."
"Come on, if I chicken out, I'll take your last name."
As soon as Song Yun finished speaking, Alexander charged at him.
A great battle was about to begin.
And a few minutes later.
Song Yun was already driving toward the airport.
Back at the place where the two had fought.
The hard highway surface was left with pits, and a few cars nearby looked on in terror at the road that seemed to have been ravaged by artillery.
Even though the Russians were mostly tough guys, when they saw such a violent scene, they couldn't help but shiver.
In those pits lay some scattered broken clothes and other items.
In the largest pit lay a man.
