Fang Qiangqiang and several of his men pounced on Liu Mang. Xu Die let out a sharp scream and then covered her eyes, unable to bear watching.
The next moment, there was a flurry of crackling sounds, followed by nothing but wailing and even sobbing.
Xu Die opened her eyes to see that Fang Qiangqiang was still standing while his men were all sprawled on the ground, clutching their bellies or covering their faces, writhing in pain.
Liu Mang, on the other hand, stood nonchalantly in place, his face unflushed, his breath steady, not having moved a step, having easily dispatched Fang Qiangqiang's lackeys.
He hadn't thrown a heavy punch, just a small lesson to a few of Fang Qiangqiang's lackeys, now only one person was left, Fang Qiangqiang himself.
Fang Qiangqiang could hardly believe his own eyes. Good grief, his four men—four in total—had charged at Liu Mang and were all knocked down by a single fist.
