''Ack!''
''Aaaah- We don't know anything. We're jus- aaaaaaaa!"
Inside a dark room belonging to the Black Mantis mafia gang, their members were crying out in pain. I was holding one of the member's hands, bending it at an impossible angle.
''Where's your boss?'' I asked in a deep tone, bringing a knife closer to his neck.
''I don't know! I really-'' I slit his throat and looked around.
''I'll kill each and every one of you if I don't get the correct answer.'' I threw the blood-stained knife to the ground. It firmly stood poking the wooden floor.
The criminals around me were mortified. These were low-ranked lackeys, all below rank 5. I had recently ranked up to rank 7 and was out to hunt down a few groups that had submitted to QIn Mao.
Suddenly, I kicked the floor and shot towards one of the practitioners who was trying to run away.
'Tempest Fist.' A punch as violent as a thousand-kilogram hammer fell on the small-eyed man's face.
