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Zeng Qiang's lackey pointed at Wang Hao's nose and cursed.
"Say that again if you dare!"
No sooner had he finished cursing than Wang Hao grabbed the man's finger and twisted it, prompting a scream of pain as the man's body contorted in the direction of the bent digit, his face twisted in agony.
Then Wang Hao delivered a kick to the man's abdomen, sending him flying into a group of people behind him. More than ten people collapsed in a heap.
The group was shocked by the scene before them, having not expected Wang Hao to know martial arts.
Seeing this, Zeng Qiang's heart began to waver; with just one kick, Wang Hao had taken down a swath of them. If it really came to a fight, he wasn't sure he could win.
As the group got up, ready to continue the fight with Wang Hao, Zeng Qiang quickly raised his hand to stop them.
