Hei Lang readily agreed, then with a leap, he soared into the air.
The several men in black present, totaling six, never imagined that this man, who often stood before them, would actually display his Qinggong.
"Quick, be on guard."
Suddenly, one of them seemed to sense that something was amiss.
He shouted loudly, but the warning was too late.
Hei Lang's speed was incredible; he spun down from mid-air and, with an outstretched leg, kicked the men to the ground.
And eventually, Hei Lang landed firmly in the center of the living room.
The young man took two steps back; he had never imagined that such a skilled fighter would be following this lean man.
"A bunch of trash, get up."
He yelled loudly, and the group, enduring the pain, got to their feet.
Two of them even pulled out daggers from their clothing.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be armed, but this is even better, more fun to be had."
