"Fuck, come at me! All you fucking shitheads, step forward! Fuck you!" As Zhang Ziwen yelled, he forcefully kicked the gangsters writhing in pain at his feet. He sent them flying three meters away, landing heavily on the ground, with the sound of cracking ribs echoing in the air.
"Damn it, not coming out, huh?" Zhang Ziwen, fuming with anger, continued to kick out. Bodies went flying and landed hard on the ground. The tormented gangsters could hardly groan. They regretted not having stayed farther from him when they first fell.
