Ah! Ah! Ah!
Accompanied by chilling screams, a dozen thugs from the nightclub fell to the ground as if they had been shot. The lucky ones had an extra bloody hole in their arms or legs. The unfortunate ones had their palms pierced or lost half an ear. In any case, the scene had become a bloody mess that was horrifying to behold.
The young man who caused all this had accomplished it in a blink of an eye, a terrifying sight indeed!
Lame Zheng was terrified, his face pale as a ghost, and his soul almost scattered. If the young man had wanted to kill him just then, he probably would be meeting the King of Hell by now.
Although he's now lost an eye, he was still alive. Should he consider himself lucky?
Da Pan watched in shock, feeling a chill run down his spine.
My God!
This... this is too intense, right?
Thank goodness he didn't provoke this young man; otherwise, it wouldn't be as simple as taking a slap in the face.
