Tang Long's villa.
All the furniture had been smashed to smithereens.
Tang Long's hundreds of followers had all been knocked down, filling the inside and outside of the villa with their bodies.
And Tang Long himself was covered in blood from head to toe, looking extremely tragic.
Before him stood less than ten followers, still desperately protecting him.
In front of them, there was a man.
His features were average, but his eyes were sinister, and what was even more frightening was his strength, which was despairing.
None of Tang Long's men could rival him, not even close.
Just as Tang Long was on the phone with Zhou Yu, the last few followers in front of him launched a suicidal charge towards the man.
"Fuck you!!!"
"I'm going all out with you."
They charged out, cursing angrily.
"Don't..."
Tang Long couldn't even stop them in time.
The middle-aged man sneered, raised his hand, and struck with his palm.
The followers were sent flying, all spitting blood.
