"You dare arrest me!? Do you know who I am!? Do you know who my uncle is!?"
Wang Xingсу suddenly came to his senses and struggled wildly.
The constables holding him looked rather forlorn and did not dare use too much force.
Seeing that Wang Xingсу was about to break free, Zhao Qing suddenly barked:
"Didn't you eat? Can't you see the criminal is trying to escape? Tie him up properly!"
The constables started slightly and hurriedly bound Wang Xingсу tight, even gagging him.
Some of the managers at the Wangzhi Medicine Guild turned pale with fright at the sight.
"Fuck, these bastards dare arrest Brother Wang!? Beat them to death!"
"Don't they know whose territory this is? Get them! Take Brother Wang back!"
Wang Xingсу's disreputable friends were used to throwing their weight around. Without thinking, they charged straight in to rescue him!
The one at the front was even a Ninth-rank Martial Artist. As if to bolster his courage, a short dagger had appeared in his hand at some point.
"Trying to charge and kill an Iron Clothes of the Iron Clothes Department?"
Yang Ling suddenly struck the fellow at the front with his palm.
He did not use any Martial Skill.
The plain, unadorned force of his palm exploded the instant it landed on the fellow.
The terrifying force split his body in two. His upper half hung from a roof beam, while his lower half, still carried by its momentum, ran another few steps before crashing to the ground.
The vast Wangzhi Medicine Guild fell utterly silent.
The distinctive rusty smell of blood instantly spread through the air.
Shi Xin's eyes went wide, and Yun Ruo looked somewhat bewildered and uncertain as well.
Zhao Qing sucked in a cold breath and instinctively put some distance between