Zhou Weiqing quickly moved behind Tang San. Grabbing his arm and shoulder, he let out an angry roar and slammed him heavily onto the secret chamber's table.
Tang San crashed against the table and struggled wildly, but Zhou Weiqing was an experienced free fighter who had won wives several times through physical conditioning.
Dealing with Tang San now naturally came with ease. Zhou Weiqing pinned Tang San down firmly with one hand while tearing apart his protective gear with the other.
Finally, he revealed the key weapon for this free fight: a cylindrical blunt instrument.
For ease of concealment, his cylindrical blunt instrument was very small, only three centimeters long—just the right size to hide.
But this three-centimeter blunt instrument was not to be underestimated. An ordinary person unarmed and an ordinary person with a weapon were entirely different concepts.
Unarmed, they could only trade punches and kicks. But with a weapon, the nature of things changed completely.
This three-centimeter cylindrical blunt instrument was something that could take lives. Tang San had also used this blunt instrument with Xiao Wu to cause two deaths.
So this tiny blunt instrument should never be underestimated. Now, Zhou Weiqing was about to use this compact weapon to end the battle.
He aimed the tip of the blunt instrument at Tang San before him, then viciously thrust it forward.
"Ah!"
The cylindrical blunt instrument directly pierced through Tang San's body, drawing a scream from him. But it was not over yet—Zhou Weiqing pressed his advantage without mercy.
The two had always been sworn enemies, so naturally he wanted to strike his foe down for good. He immediately used the vicious weapon in his hand to pierce the other's weapon again and again.
Such an inconspicuous, easily concealed blunt instrument turned out to be the