The brawny guys instantly understood what was going on and immediately charged at Zhang Xiaoshan with howls.
"Bang."
One thug had just rushed toward Zhang Xiaoshan when he was struck in the chest by a punch, immediately flying back four to five meters and crashing into the wall.
He actually passed out.
Another thug hesitated upon seeing this.
"Dammit, what the heck do I pay you for?" Zhang Jian grew anxious at the scene.
The man had no choice but to grit his teeth and pull a switchblade from his pocket, rushing at Zhang Xiaoshan. The blade's cold light shimmered as it aimed straight for Zhang Xiaoshan's face, but he was utterly fearless.
Although the attacker was quick, under Zhang Xiaoshan's Divine Eye, his movements were slowed down by several times. Zhang Xiaoshan reached out with incredible precision and grabbed the assailant's wrist.
"Crack."
Without any hesitation, he snapped the man's wrist.
"Ah."
