"Zhi Qiang was crippled by you, wasn't he?" the muscular man stepped forward and said.
"Ni Zhiqiang?" Qin Han raised an eyebrow and responded.
"Correct! It seems we haven't found the wrong person." A cruel smile appeared on the stern face of the muscular man.
Qin Han shook his head and remarked, "I had thought his crimes did not merit death, but it appears he still hasn't learned his lesson. To think he'd still dare to come for me. However, what surprises me is that you are not from the Martial Artists Association."
"I am Zhi Qiang's master. Despite your youth, you act viciously. In consideration of the difficulty in cultivating your Inner Strength, I can at least leave your body intact," the grey-clothed elder said indifferently.
