At this moment, the night was desolate.
Uncle Gong stared at the scene before him in disbelief.
The figure who had stood high above him and trampled him underfoot was now kneeling on the ground, howling in agony, miserable as a dead dog.
The youth who had always worn a smiling face now looked cold. Everything he did seemed like the work of an evil ghost, yet in Uncle Gong's eyes, he was still that little child from years ago who had gone hungry.
Only now, that child could stand before the restaurant and stop malicious customers.
With the last of his spirit drained away, Uncle Gong fainted outright. Seeing this, Su Tu flashed to his side. After checking his breathing and confirming that he was unharmed,
Su Tu finally relaxed.
"Ahhh!!"
"How dare you? How dare you do this to me for the sake of some mud-legged nobody?"
"You're dead! You're dead! No matter which noble family you belong to or which martial hall you're a disciple of, you'll pay the price!"
The man knelt on the ground, screaming and shouting hysterically. The excruciating pain in his limbs was unbearable.
He yelled like a madman.
Yet the youth before him did not even spare him another glance.
Su Tu turned and looked toward the little restaurant. What had once been its storefront was now nothing but ruins.
Without a word, he picked up Uncle Gong and walked straight toward the Public Security Bureau vehicle nearby.
The two public security officers were already dumbfounded. Everything had happened too quickly.
From the moment the youth appeared to the moment he crippled the other man, only a few minutes had passed. Before they had even figured out what was happening, Su Tu was already at the car door with Uncle Gong in