Li Xiaoyao's cigarette had burned down to the filter as he casually dropped it on the ground and stopped. He then fished out another from his pocket and slowly lit it up.
Li Xiaoyao walked with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand holding the cigarette, taking puffs as he went.
The silent San Tiao Alley, the howling wind, and Li Xiaoyao with his cigarette—these elements came together to create a striking image.
All the onlookers held their breath, wanting to know how this man, with his overwhelming combat strength, would handle Wang Xiaomao.
As soon as Li Xiaoyao approached, Wang Xiaomao bent his knees and fell to the ground with a thud.
Wang Xiaomao knelt on the ground, clutching at Li Xiaoyao's legs out of sheer terror, his voice quivering as he spoke.
"I was blind not to recognize Mount Tai," Wang Xiaomao pleaded. "Big brother, spare me, okay?"
