Bang bang bang bang!
By the time Lang Hu's men were completely taken care of, Yang Qi was able to fully control this power, deciding if others lived or died.
If he wanted them hurt, they'd get hurt.
Maneuvering as he wished felt quite satisfying.
Witnessing this scene, Lang Hu finally furrowed his brow: "Unexpected, kid, you really have some tricks! But if you think these tactics will let you act brazenly before me, you're wrong."
As he spoke, Lang Hu suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura.
The next moment, he lunged at Yang Qi.
Yang Qi sneered.
A piece of chewing gum suddenly flew from his mouth, directly hitting Lang Hu's forehead.
Lang Hu felt as if he'd been struck by a bullet; if not for his strength and his body's hardness, he'd be dead.
Yet even so, he was struck to the ground.
By the time he tried to stand, a foot was already pressed on his chest, squeezing the air from him.
As if a mountain weighed upon him.
