What Kind of Fighting Power Is This?!
Morning.
Willow Lane Alley echoed with one miserable scream after another, enough to make anyone tremble from the bottom of their heart.
Some ordinary people passing along the outer street heard the noise and were puzzled.
"What's going on? Who's screaming?"
"No idea. They've been yelling for ages. Oh right, I heard Headline Hutong was going to be forcibly demolished today?"
"They're fighting? This intense? Let's go!"
Inside Headline Hutong, the arrogant, lawbreaking merchants fell one after another.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
At first, people still kept shouting as they rushed forward, putting up a stubborn fight to protect their property. But gradually, their steps slowed, and fewer and fewer people charged in. Before anyone realized it, twenty-six people were already sprawled across the ground. Some clutched their stomachs and cried out in pain, while others had passed out without a sound. The sight of bodies strewn everywhere stunned everyone. Aside from groans and screams, the alley was deathly silent inside and out.
Dong Xuebin dusted off his pants. "Anyone else?"
"...!"
No one spoke.
The remaining seven or eight residents and merchants opposing the demolition had long since been dumbfounded. Twenty-six people had gone down just like that? No one knew who started it, but with a clatter, someone threw the stick in his hand onto the ground. Clatter, clatter, clatter—the people behind him threw down their weapons one after another. No one dared go up and throw their life away again.
Fuck his ancestors!
Was this a fight or a performance?
By now, they had finally understood. His fighting ability was on a completely different level from theirs. No matter how many people they sent up, it wouldn't be enough. One went up, one went down!
Xue Gui, his face bruised