Ling Zhenfei had long been keeping an eye on their movements. To him, they were all just regular people at best, some small-time thugs, utterly worthless in his presence. One of them swung a stick at Ling Zhenfei, who shattered it into two with a single punch to the stick.
Frozen with fright, the man was then kicked away by Ling Zhenfei. He flew into several others, and the remainder swarmed towards Ling Zhenfei like a flowing stream.
With fists flying, Ling Zhenfei darted through them like a butterfly, his movements so swift that none could land a single hit on him. In less than a minute, all dozen of them were down on the ground.
Their boss tried to run but was chased down and toppled over by a kick from Ling Zhenfei. He pinned the man down with his foot on his chest, looking down at him, "Now tell me, can I take my people and leave?"
