Tang Zhen did not attack. He merely used his ice-cold gaze to stare at the regional Chief patrol. It was as if he was observing a strong and peculiar ant.
When the regional Inspector saw this, his facial muscles twitched violently, and he opened his mouth to let out a roar.
"Go to hell, ignorant ones who dare to resist!"
A terrifying stream of air spurted out from his fist. It brushed past Tang Zhen's body and landed on the ground, smashing a large pit that was half a meter deep on the hard cement road.
An attack of this degree was already not inferior to the bombardment of a cannon. However, it was still nothing much in Tang Zhen's eyes.
If the other party only had this kind of method, then Tang Zhen could not help but feel a little disappointed.
The regional Patrol Leader, who had missed his first attack, immediately launched a storm-like attack in an attempt to directly blast Tang Zhen into pieces.
