Because he didn't want to cause trouble for the girl, Tang Zheng didn't go all out, which left the hooligans with enough strength to get up and flee towards the store's entrance.
Tang Zheng threw the baton like an arrow piercing through the air, bringing a powerful wind as it struck the back of one of the hooligans, flipping him over. The young man following him ran even faster, only to be struck in the back by a beer can Tang Zheng threw, sending him rolling out.
"Did I say you could leave?" Tang Zheng took out another can, his eyes sweeping fiercely over the hooligans as they struggled to their feet.
"No!" The young hooligans offered smiles, unable to help it—the two who hadn't listened were writhing on the ground, their faces twisted in pain.
