The stall owner had already lost his patience, and upon hearing the old man's words, he raised the steel pipe and smashed it viciously towards Tang Luo.
"Damn it, messing with my livelihood, I'll kill you today!"
"I just hate people who talk big. I said, use your hands!"
Having finished mocking, Tang Luo's right leg kicked out like lightning.
Smack.
His foot struck the steel pipe, and the immense force directly burst the stall owner's hand, sending the pipe flying out of his grip.
"Ah!"
The stall owner cried out in pain and stumbled backward.
"Attack!"
Sun Jiangde roared again, and from the crowd of onlookers, four or five people lunged towards Tang Luo.
"Zhao sister, step back and be careful."
Tang Luo said, then sprang into action like a tiger leaving its cage to meet the attackers.
"It's over, this guy is definitely going to be carried out."
"I think so too, Sun Jiangde is quite a figure on the Antiques Street."
