Xiong Hua's heart trembled as an icy chill washed over him.
He realized he had messed with the wrong person. The man before him was a true martial artist, one who had cultivated Inner Strength. He was no match for this person at all. The most terrifying part was that a single glance from this man had paralyzed that group of thugs. Xiong Hua couldn't even think of escaping.
"Brother! I admit defeat today, but you'd better let me go. After all, there's no bad blood between us. If you let me go now, we might even become friends in the future!"
Yang Qi let out a cold laugh. "Friends? You think you're worthy of being my friend? What are you?"
