"Is this guy even human?"
Xiong Zhao and the other three watched as Lin Tian crumpled a piece of steel into a ball, feeling the cold run from their feet to the top of their skulls, sending shivers throughout their bodies.
"Want to keep playing?"
Lin Tian crossed his arms, taunting them.
"No... no more playing, no more!"
Xiong Zhao's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he stuttered his words, then he shouted at the three stunned lackeys, "Hurry up and throw those weapons away!"
The three lackeys jolted, quickly dropped their iron rods, and looked at Lin Tian with terrified faces, afraid that he might lash out.
"That... Brother Tian, I, Xiong Zhao, failed to recognize a true master. We were wrong!"
Xiong Zhao nervously looked at Lin Tian and finally gritted his teeth, "But, Brother Tian, could you agree to one thing for me? As long as you agree, I, Xiong Zhao, will let you handle me as you see fit!"
"Agree to one thing, and let me handle you as I see fit?"
