Chen Han spoke coolly.
At that moment, Zhao Tieshan stood before him, his legs weak and his fists trembling.
He could already feel that, despite both of them being Transformation Force fighters, he was utterly no match for this man.
"Terrifying. His punching power and qi and blood are terrifying. I've never heard of anyone like him among Transformation Force fighters. And his bones and sinews—are they really not made of iron?"
Zhao Tieshan was beginning to doubt his own existence. How could this man be a Transformation Force fighter? His true strength was probably already at the level of a Martialist.
"Do you know that my gang's lord is nearby? If you dare kill—"
Before Zhao Tieshan could finish his threat, Chen Han appeared before him, a fist rapidly growing larger in his eyes.
The next moment, Zhao Tieshan was blasted to death!
"Since your master is nearby, I'd better shut you up quickly."
Chen Han casually shook his hand and looked toward the last man, He Wild Dog.
The only reason this man was still alive was that Chen Han had held back.
He had seen through the man's fear of death, so he had spared him to ask some questions.
When He Wild Dog felt that madman's gaze fall on him, he shuddered and dropped straight to his knees. Zhao Tieshan had been beaten to death—how could he dare make trouble?
"Grandpa, don't kill me! Please, don't kill me... Apart from this worthless life of mine, I'll give you anything you want..."
Feeling death's threat, He Wild Dog could barely get his words out. His crotch was soaked, and the stench of urine quickly spread.
Chen Han looked disgusted. He had to admit, this was the first time he had met someone who was so afraid of