"People of Guan Martial Arts Hall, listen up—I'm Zhang Xiaohao! Weren't you looking for me? Well, now I'm here, right beneath the main hall. Those of you who want to capture me to claim rewards or seek revenge for that useless Guan Binfei, better hurry up! I'm giving you three minutes, and if you don't show up within that time, you'll miss your chance!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
After speaking, he tossed the walkie-talkie onto the sofa.
He walked to the door and threw the eight disciples of Guan Martial Arts Hall into the hall.
Picking up one in each hand, he piled them up into a stack.
With a step, he sat on their bodies.
He pulled out a Panda cigarette, lit it, and quietly waited for the people from the Guan Martial Arts Hall to arrive.
"Mr. Zhang, you should run! They are numerous and skilled in martial arts; you are no match for them!" the receptionist anxiously said.
