Just as the underlings swung their fists, Zhang Hao quickly identified their fatal weakness.
It took less than half a minute for those men to be down on the ground, wailing in pain.
At this point, the only two left standing were Zhang Hao and Lin Zhen. Lin Zhen saw his own lackeys easily knocked down by Zhang Hao,
and obviously felt some unease, "What did you do to them?"
Zhang Hao glanced over at the people on the ground, "They're not feeling well, probably because they haven't rested in a while. I barely touched them, and they wanted to sleep."
The situation was certainly not as simple as Zhang Hao described. Lin Zhen looked around and suddenly noticed several wooden sticks not far away.
These sticks were about as thick as baseball bats. Lin Zhen quickly ran over, picked up two, and held them in his hands.
He swung through the air forcefully. A whooshing sound filled his ears.
"Don't come any closer, if you do, this stick won't show any mercy."
