"Do it together?" Nie Zhenbang sneered, charging in at once. He began demonstrating Shape-Intent Fist. His blows whipped up a wind. All that could be heard were painful wails and screams.
Most of Ou Zheng's henchmen were brought over from Jiangnan Province. The remaining few were recruited right here in Jingcheng. They don't know anything about fighting techniques– they usually get by with a superior number of fighters. More often than not, they rely on their positions of power to oppress others. But right now, they're facing someone even tougher, and their authority isn't working. Ou Zheng and his gang withered on the spot.
