"Damn, such a buzzkill."
At this moment, this group of martial artists, fearless as they were, casually seated themselves on the seats in Youde Garden, seemingly waiting for someone.
"How can these martial artists be so arrogant?"
Barely grasping the preceding events, Boss Cheng could not understand their actions: "This is Kanming City! Aren't they afraid?!"
In response, Boss Cheng's nephews were helpless: "Great-grandfather, this isn't Shenjing... The martial artists outside of Da Chen generally act like this!"
"If Commander Shu were still here, they would definitely be walking with their tails between their legs, but now..."
Whoosh—
A stone flew and hit the young man in the forehead, making him shout 'ah' and then fall back, unconscious.
"Zhong!" Boss Cheng, upon seeing this, was horrified. He noticed a stone embedded in his grand-nephew's forehead, which had cracked it open, blood profusely streaming out; although not dead, he was now in shock and unconscious.
