The next morning.
When Shen Qiang awoke from meditation, the time had already reached 6:30 AM.
The True Qi within his body not only had recovered but also felt significantly more refined, vaguely sensing an impending breakthrough.
Thinking of last night's slaughter.
Shen Qiang quickly got up, hurriedly freshened up, and went downstairs.
As a surgeon.
Shen Qiang was not afraid of blood, nor of bodies, but that did not mean he could act recklessly.
Even if those scumbags deserved death, if the authorities were to get involved, then Shen Qiang naturally would not be able to escape the law.
Downstairs.
By that time, people were already coming and going.
With some trepidation, Shen Qiang walked towards the place where the fight had occurred last night.
At a glance, he saw several private car owners cursing loudly.
"Who is so immoral, blocking the road with a broken car? Call the tow truck, call the tow truck."
Shen Qiang was astonished.
