HISS!
The sound of sharp intakes of breath rose, and the surrounding people stared at Qin Heng in incredulous horror, their faces filled with disbelief!
Damn! He's holding a person up by the neck with just one hand! How terrifyingly powerful is that! It's truly horrifying! Inhuman! Simply inhuman strength! Terrifying to such a degree!
"AAAAH! UGH!!" He Yicheng couldn't help but struggle, but compared to Qin Heng, his strength was utterly insignificant, like an ant trying to stop a falling meteor—ridiculously laughable. To Qin Heng, such strength might as well not exist.
"You dare to attack me! You actually dare to attack me! You're seeking death! You're really asking for death!!" He Yicheng's head became engorged with blood, veins throbbing, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Qin Heng. Struggling to speak, he said, "If I get hurt, you're done for! You're absolutely done for! Your entire family will die!!"
