The thick blood vessels in Zhou Changquan's neck kept pulsing, pumping tremendous power into his muscles.
His entire body trembled. His upper body was poised to throw Chen Chong off, whatever the cost.
After all, for a man of his standing, being straddled and pinned to the ground was a humiliation beyond words.
But feeling Chen Chong's knuckles pressed against the back of his head, Zhou Changquan's muscles quivered again and again before finally settling down.
He knew those protruding knuckles really could kill him.
Both the hardness of that fist and Chen Chong's attitude made that clear.
Zhou Changquan could sense the faint killing intent. He knew it was real.
So he gradually stopped moving and no longer tried to raise his head. Perhaps keeping his face buried in the broken bricks was the wisest choice now.
He could only keep wondering how he had lost like this.
How had he lost to an enemy in a lower realm?
How had Chen Chong doubled his speed after already demonstrating such unbelievable strength, until Zhou Changquan could no longer even track him?
Why, exactly—
Zhou Changquan's face was completely numb, whether from the pressure of the rubble or something else.
Seeing that he had completely subdued Zhou Changquan, Chen Chong looked up and swept his cold gaze toward the other two experts from Xichuan Heavy Industries.
He watched their movements. At the slightest suspicious action, he could finish Zhou Changquan off and unleash [Feast] once more.
But the situation he was guarding against never arose.
Wang Sheng and Xiang Zhigang did indeed look grim. Their expressions held both shock and the wariness of men facing a formidable enemy, their muscles taut.
Yet their stances were subtly defensive. Especially after Chen Chong raised his head, the way he eyed them like