The two exchanged a glance, nodded, then strode swiftly toward Chen Mo. With one in front and the other behind, they threw punches at him simultaneously, attacking him from both front and back.
Since he had dared provoke the two of them like this, he had to bear their fury.
Speaking like that, this youngster had clearly never considered the consequences.
"Damn! You fucking wrecked my car! You're fucking asking to die!" the strongman in front shouted.
Slap! Slap! Then came two cracks!, and the two figures toppled away in opposite directions.
The two Strongmen had no idea what had happened. Their vision blurred, and they had fallen back exactly as they had charged forward.
"Ah!"
"Ow!"
Two more howls rang out. Hitting the ground hurt badly enough, but the force rebounding through their punching hands had broken them outright.
Those cracking sounds were the sound of bones breaking.
Even the jagged ends of their broken wrist bones had pierced through their skin, drawing copious blood.
The two clutched their respective wrists in disbelief. Had that pretty boy in front of them just made a move?
How could he be so fast, so powerful? It was unbelievable!
They were Martial Artists at Houtian Layer Two and Houtian Layer Three, yet they had not even seen how this youngster had struck and sent their fists back at them.
They had already realized that the youngster before them possessed terrifying strength, strength far beyond the two of them.
Otherwise, he could not have so easily sent them flying back.
"You dare spout such arrogance and filthy language. You clearly haven't been taught properly. Today, I'll give you two a proper lesson." Chen Mo stepped forward and kicked one of them.
He hated fellows who spewed obscenities, especially all that crap like "fuck"