Everyone was pressed to the ground like little chicks under Mr. Su Bai's oppressive force, kneeling in a row. The two cars that had collided and blocked the road were kicked off the cliffside by Mr. Su Bai with one foot each. Occasionally, other vehicles passed by, but after witnessing this scene, none dared to stop. Why? The guns scattered on the ground were intimidating enough.
Mr. Su Bai was well aware that no matter what trouble he caused, the power of the broadcast would eventually manifest to eliminate its impact. Moreover, these people were already deserving of death. Perhaps killing them would not earn him a reward from the broadcast, but certainly not a punishment.
"Bayi" was not fat. When you're used to a Bayi who looks like a meat mountain, seeing this "Bayi" in front of you feels quite unfamiliar.
Of course, Mr. Su Bai's focus was still on the brown hat.
After knocking off the opponent's hat, Mr. Su Bai took a serious look for a moment,
Hmm...
