Three minutes later, only Qin Shi remained standing in the stairwell.
The young man kept his hands in his pockets, his gaze calm.
The yellow-haired man who had looked like he could fight hung limply over the handrail, his back bent and his head drooping.
The dozen or so underlings left behind lay strewn across the floor like seedlings planted crookedly.
"Every last one of them's a total weakling."
Qin Shi sounded regretful, as if he hadn't had enough.
These new lowlifes recruited by the Righteous Fist Society hadn't even managed to make him use his Wind Fist Style.
Eighteen points of Life Force alone had been enough to give him an overwhelming advantage.
"A Shi, what's all that noise out there..."
Li Yuan walked out of the director's office and couldn't help widening his eyes at the scene.
"What happened?"
Xie Yucheng had witnessed the fight with his own eyes and was incredibly excited.
"Luo Ji's men came looking for trouble and wanted to shut down the Nursing Home. They mouthed off to Brother Ze and even started hitting people. Good thing A Shi was here! He cut through them like a knife through vegetables!"
"What? A Shi, you took on more than a dozen of them by yourself? That's incredible!"
Li Yuan was stunned.
He and Xie Yucheng had both attended Old Liang's tutoring classes and had mastered the basic fighting techniques. They were standouts in every respect.
Even so, the two of them could only handle three or four grown men at most.
There was no way they could have taken on this many punks alone.
After all, most people recruited into the Righteous Fist Society knew a few fighting techniques and weren't weak.
"Wow, that's Dao Zai Ming, one of Luo Ji's men! I heard he's