Originally, Yin Kuang had absolute confidence that he could take down Tang Zhaotian alone. But Tang Zhaotian's Spider-Man bloodline skills were incredibly troublesome. Once he decided to run, no one would be able to catch him. To be safe, the three of them decided to attack together.
Yin Kuang had beaten Tang Zhaotian into the ground once before, while Bai Lu had exchanged for a werewolf bloodline and should not have been weaker than Tang Zhaotian to begin with. Add Li Shuangmu, who had once knocked Tang Zhaotian out with a single punch, and if the three of them working together still let Tang Zhaotian escape, they really ought to bash their heads against a wall in shame.
Thus, the three split up and blended in among the Wild Wolf Gang's thugs.
The battle was currently raging fiercely, brutal beyond measure. No one noticed that three more people had entered the fray. At the center of it all, Tang Zhaotian was still displaying his might, unleashing a storm of consecutive kicks and combination punches upon the Wild Wolf Gang's thugs. He showed no mercy whatsoever. Anyone brushed or struck by Tang Zhaotian would inevitably be left covered in wounds, collapsing to the ground to collect their boxed lunch.
"Ha! A bunch of useless trash. This is great—what a satisfying fight! Ha ha..." Tang Zhaotian seemed to have pent-up frustrations in his heart, and now that he had the chance, he vented them like floodwaters bursting through a dam. He grabbed one man's arm and snapped it as easily as breaking a chopstick. Pale bone pierced through the skin, blood spraying everywhere, driving him further into madness.
Yin Kuang slipped through gaps in the crowd, his eyes gradually taking on a strange amber glow. *A lunatic like this... even dying a