The Number One in Abusing Rookies

Joyce was deeply unwilling. He was the president of the Night Secret Society, the leader of three thousand werewolves, and the most powerful werewolf in all of Europe—a big shot who could cause an earthquake just by stomping his foot.

How could he be willing to hand over his only chance just because of a single sentence?

"Mr. Fang, I recall you saying earlier that if I wanted your Key, I should come and take it if I had the guts."

He looked up at Fang Cheng, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit. "Well, I'll use that same line to answer you now: if you want the Key, come and take it..."

Before he could finish the last word, he realized that Fang Cheng's figure had vanished from his field of vision.

A fist rapidly enlarged in his peripheral vision before making intimate contact with his head.

Bang!

Joyce felt his brain go numb. His entire body was instantly sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into a shopping mall by the roadside.

Fang Cheng had held back his strength; otherwise, a single punch would have been enough to blow Joyce's head apart.

Joyce shattered every wall inside the mall, burst out the back, and then punched through a residential building behind it.

After crashing through dozens of buildings in succession, Joyce flew into another street, smashed a fire hydrant, and finally came to a stop.

A massive amount of water sprayed from the hydrant, forming a giant fountain.

Half of Joyce's head had been smashed to a pulp, but he relied on his high-speed Self-Healing to recover as he stood up from the ground and spotted Fang Cheng through the spray.

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to let out a deafening roar.

The rolling sound