"Damn it, who do you think you are? Do you think I will just roll over and die if you want me to?" The flat-headed youth screamed, jumping up.
He just couldn't believe that this man could really do anything to them. After all, they had powerful backers.
But just as the flat-headed youth finished speaking, Mo Huasong charged at him, landing a kick directly on his stomach.
"Thud." The flat-headed youth was sent flying several meters, falling onto the ground like a rag.
"Please, don't kill me." The flat-headed youth pleaded in dread with Mo Huasong. He could tell Mo Huasong was intent on killing him.
Mo Huasong walked over to the flat-headed youth. With his current strength, it would only take one strike to kill the boy.
Yet Mo Huasong didn't immediately kill him, but instead delivered a brutal stomp on his right leg.
"Crack." Dog Brother and his men heard the sound of bones being crushed.
"Ahh." The flat-headed youth could no longer support himself and collapsed onto the floor.
