Accompanied by the clear, hearty voice, Sand Crocodile Keloda's pupils abruptly contracted. He said in a low voice, "What audacity!"
The other four hooligans who had suffered badly at the blacksmith shop began trembling uncontrollably when they heard the voice, their legs shaking beneath them.
"Boss... it's that blacksmith. That's his voice!"
Keloda needed no further explanation to understand that the blacksmith had personally come looking for him.
To barge alone into the territory of the Sand Crocodile Gang—such brazen conduct was enough to make him deeply wary.
Leaving everything else aside, his main headquarters was no empty shell. What about the gang members guarding the entrance?
The gang members could not possibly have let someone in so easily. Yet this blacksmith had strolled over so effortlessly; the fate of the others was plain to imagine.
Having understood this, Keloda drew in a sharp breath.
To silently deal with so many core members of the Sand Crocodile Gang... this man's strength was likely above his own.
Before long, a tall, youthful figure appeared in the main headquarters, walking straight toward him.
Looking at the approaching Li Qing, Keloda could not help asking in a deep voice, "How did you get in? What did you do to the guards at the door?"
Li Qing walked forward with his hands clasped behind his back, an easy smile at the corners of his lips. "No need to worry. They were merely tired and narrowed their eyes for a while."
There was no need to say more. For this visitor to remain so calm, his strength was certainly no less than Keloda's.
Keloda stared fixedly at Li Qing as he approached, asking warily, "Sir, wasn't teaching my men a lesson enough? You Still Need To come to my door and make trouble personally—isn't that