Jiang Chuan stood quietly where he was, reining in his aura, looking for all the world like an ordinary person.
In truth, those four bodyguards had no clue that when one's skills reach a certain level, his presence is completely absorbed within, becoming invisible.
Wuxia novels often mention "no moves beating moves" and "form turning formless"—this is exactly the idea.
Of course, there aren't many people who can achieve this level.
Those four special-forces guys clearly weren't even close.
So, they had no way to judge Jiang Chuan's true power.
Hearing what they said, Jiang Chuan hooked his finger at them, lazily saying, "No need to talk it over. Just come at me together, so we don't waste time! I still need to help Xiaoyu pay respects to her ancestors!"
The four special forces' faces turned dark instantly.
They were all proud as hell—how could they let some country bumpkin mock them like that!
