Zhou Xintong patted Gao Fei's shoulder, slurring his words, "Old Zhou here is a reasonable man. Just be honest, and naturally, I won't make things difficult for you! The same goes for everyone else. They won't make things hard for you either!"
With a deadpan look, Gao Fei glanced at Zhou Xintong, "Do you enjoy patting my shoulder that much?"
"Eh? What do you mean?" Zhou Xintong's face darkened, "Patting your shoulder is a sign of my respect for you..."
"Bang!"
Gao Fei's fist smashed into Zhou Xintong's face, followed by a kick that sent Zhou Xintong flying.
"Boom!"
After crashing into a table, Zhou Xintong fell to the floor with a heavy thud, "Damn it! Dare to hit me? I'm going to kill you... Eh... What's happening? Why am I so weak and powerless..."
"Thud! Thud!"
The other nine Centurions all collapsed to the ground, convulsing, their eyes wide with terror, "We... can't muster any strength either..."
