"Stop!"
Those three years Nie Zhenbang spent training in the Xibei Military Region were not for naught. At this moment, his roar, full of rage and energy, coupled with the authoritative demeanor he'd developed in his high-ranking position, had an indescribable, intimidating power.
"Huh? What's going on today? Which damn pussy let you out? Pengcheng City is getting messier each day. Even any damn tomcat and puppy dares to pop out." Wen Long didn't take Nie Zhenbang and the others seriously at all.
A while ago, after being knocked down by Xiong Taishun, Wen Long's buddies rushed out from the nightclub. They hadn't seen Wen Long for a while. As soon as they came out, they saw that Wen Long was overthrown by someone. Naturally, they all rushed up and began punching and kicking Xiong Taishun.
