Without uttering another word, Huang Xiaolong punched Young Master Zhu, sending him flying.
His nose was broken and several of his front teeth were knocked out.
Of course, this was because Huang Xiaolong had intentionally held back. Otherwise, that punch could have killed him outright.
Boom!
Young Master Zhu fell heavily to the ground, his face unrecognizable and coughing up blood. His eyes, full of hatred and fear, were fixed on Huang Xiaolong. He mumbled, "Get...get...get him...beat... beat him to death…"
At this point, his thugs finally recovered from their shock. One by one, like madmen, they lunged at Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong casually made his move, each attack finding its mark. He grabbed each thug, tossing them aside as if they were sacks of potatoes, and leaving them sprawling on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, many lay on the ground.
