At this moment, Xu Fan became like an intangible breeze, and the mercenaries, no matter how strong their Fist Strength, could not even touch the hem of Xu Fan's clothes!
Dodging and weaving! Xu Fan's punches, like thunderbolts, struck with overbearing power. A single punch would send the recipient flying, hitting the ground without getting up!
A moment later, the group of mercenaries who had lunged at Xu Fan all lay on the ground, unable to rise.
If Xu Fan hadn't considered his mission and restrained himself, by now they would have gone to meet King Yan.
Xu Fan dusted off his hands, glanced at Hank lying on the ground unwillingly, and returned a cold sneer.
"You think you can say my Huaxia has no one capable?"
"Mr. Hu, your mercenaries aren't too bad."
"Er..."
Hu Dewen was somewhat at a loss for words.
To call that 'not too bad,' when they were all beaten down by you...
