The dozen or so thugs that were brought along threw themselves at Shen Zhou with fierce momentum.
The onlookers kept retreating, fearing they would be accidentally involved, then they were all stunned.
The intimidating thugs, when they were about a meter away from Shen Zhou, thumped down to their knees on the ground.
Their knees pounded heavily onto the concrete floor, eliciting agonizing howls from the pain.
They propped themselves up with their hands, trying to rise, but it felt as though there was a large boulder on their backs, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't stand up.
It was as if their knees were nailed to the ground with huge spikes.
Every twist was met with even more frightful screams of pain.
The crowd was baffled, not understanding what was happening.
The once arrogant face of the hooligan's father was completely frozen.
