The youth in a blue-grey outfit rubbed his fists.
The silver-haired girl lifted her foot and gently kicked under Li Guanyi's right leg.
Li Guanyi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know my own strength."
Mr. Zhao's face bore an expression as if he had seen a ghost; in the blink of an eye, all his men had been sent flying. With Li Guanyi's current martial arts skills, even without wearing armor and not getting serious, these men were no match for him.
Mr. Zhao's face was swollen in a large patch, but he still had that characteristic reckless rage of a rural tyrant, saying, "You, you!"
"Do you know who I am?!"
"I don't."
Great anger coming from Mr. Zhao, "I am an official appointed by the Court, the deputy in charge of criminal law in this town. The County Magistrate, the County Magistrate in the county city, are all familiar with me, and all the gangs, big and small, are on good terms with me. People within eighty miles see me and have to lower their heads and greet me."
