"Courting death!"
Zhao Dong took a step forward, his figure instantly appearing in front of the sneering man.
THUD!
He threw a single punch.
The man's body was embedded in the wall behind him. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he passed out.
The entire room fell deathly silent.
The surrounding crowd gasped.
Tap, tap, tap…
Zhao Dong slowly paced toward Li Qing.
His slow footsteps sounded like a death knell. Li Qing's legs went weak, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
A single punch sent a man into a wall? Is this guy even human?
"You… don't come over… don't come over…"
SLAP!
A crisp slap echoed through the room.
Li Qing was sent spinning a full 360 degrees before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Kneel! Apologize to Wang Jing! Otherwise… die!"
A bone-chilling killing intent filled the air, leaving Li Qing no room to hesitate.
He scrambled over to Wang Jing. "I was wrong… I'm a bastard! Please, spare my life…"
