As his voice fell, Zhang Xiaofan's feet moved, leaving a residual image where he stood.
He darted toward the bald, scar-faced man like a flash of lightning.
Zhang Xiaofan's fists transformed into claws.
Like a ferocious tiger, no, more like an ancient dragon.
Anything caught by Zhang Xiaofan's hands could turn into dust.
Already fully aware of Zhang Xiaofan's terrifying power, the bald, scar-faced man certainly would not meet him head-on.
Now the most important thing was, to flee!
Otherwise, he would surely die by Zhang Xiaofan's hand.
Despite that he might fail the mission assigned to him by the Liu Family, at least he could save his own life.
His feet pressed fiercely against the ground, much like a cheetah bursting forth.
Bang!
But just after he had run a mere dozen meters, he was grabbed by the arm by Zhang Xiaofan, who was already standing in front of him, and thrown out violently.
He crashed into a large tree, snapping it in two at the waist.
