The river surged.
The tide ebbed and flowed.
Song Ci's expression remained calm, like a wolf among sheep, easily suppressing the heroes of Sincere Heart South Hall with his own strength. Every punch he threw shattered a burst of mist on the river surface, sending out thousands of strands of white vapor waves.
One after another, figures were thrown out like rag dolls.
At the beginning of the declaration of war beneath the Huazhi Building, many thought that tonight Crow would fall at the hands of Chen San's three sworn sons.
No one expected.
The battle on the river bank tonight was simply a slaughter.
There was not the slightest suspense in the fight, it was a complete one-sided crush.
