Tang Zheng leapt out like a tiger unleashed, instantly releasing Gravity Suppression. The Vietnamese man holding the rifle suddenly felt as though the air weighed ten thousand pounds, his knees buckling under the weight. As they hit the hard cement ground, the Vietnamese rookie let out a heart-wrenching wail - his kneecaps had been smashed.
Tang Zheng didn't wait for the Vietnamese man's upper body to fall to the ground. He dashed past him, grabbing his face with one hand. Using his inertia, he brutally smashed the man's skull into the wall, painting it with a macabre display of blood and brain pulp.
Tang Zheng didn't let go. As if using the newbie's face like a rag, he smeared a streak of blood on the uneven wall, leaving behind tiny bits of skin and mutilated flesh.
The fleeing rookie managed to utter a single scream before Gravity Suppression threw him onto the steps. Desperately, he tried to crawl away, trying to escape from the butcher. However, it was impossible.
