The sky was dark as night fell in Beijing, welcoming the hustle and bustle of the city's nightlife.
Not a sliver of moonlight could be seen in the sky at all. A chilly breeze ruffled Ye Chen's hair. As he walked on the streets of Beijing, the killing intent in his eyes was growing.
He thought those people would understand that he was no one to be offended since he had shown them what he was capable of doing. However, the truth proved that he had overestimated these people's intelligence.
He also overestimated his own suppression ability. He had been too conceited since he returned to Earth.
Martial artists such as Yuan Bupo, Northern Devil Jiang, Western Overlord Liu, and Eastern Superior Ning were nothing to him, let alone some regular people. Therefore, he treated those ants who offended him with disdain.
