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Hearing the one order from Zhang Biao, more than a dozen underlings charged forward like a pack of wolf cubs, howling fiercely as they rushed over.
Wang Hao glanced at them from the corner of his eye, casually pulled out a cigarette, and placed it in his mouth.
The tangerine glow of the ember flickered in the howling mountain wind, exceptionally glaring.
By the time Wang Hao had blown out the first smoke ring, he stepped forward with his left leg and swept his right leg across in a powerful arc.
"Crack, crack!"
The knee bones of two underlings shattered, and they fell to the ground, stiff as boards.
Following that, Wang Hao caught a glimpse of movement behind him from the corner of his eye, and executed a Dragon Tail Swing, hitting the attacker squarely on the cheek.
That person's teeth shattered, spitting out five or six of them along with a mouthful of blood, and even knocked down three or four others behind him, all toppling like dominoes.
