Then he sped toward a district that had plainly fallen into disrepair. Tang Changsheng frowned slightly. Why was the address Da Xiang had given him here?
However poorly the men who had tempted the Chen Household's descendants were doing, surely they hadn't sunk this low?
A flicker of wariness rose in his heart.
The Black driver stopped the Chariot. Seven or eight people emerged from a dark stairwell and surrounded it on all sides!
Tang Changsheng sighed softly. "You really know how to make trouble for me... Do you have any idea how much my time is worth?"
A few minutes later, the Black men knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"You've wasted my time," Tang Changsheng told the driver, whose bruised face now looked much like a panda's. "If you can't compensate me, I wouldn't mind sending you to hell to meet Satan. What do you think?"
"Spare us, great hero..." a tall Black man said in broken Chinese, weeping. "Don't kill us. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child..."
"Hm? Why does that plea sound so familiar? And you speak Chinese?"
"Isn't that right? That's what they said in a Lightning Shadow I watched at the martial arts school... Oh! I joined a martial arts school. I'm learning kung fu!" the Great Han said with boundless awe.
As he saw it, Tang Changsheng had merely waved a hand, and a sinister wind had risen. Before any of them had a chance to resist, they were all on the ground.
It was too cool! Only kung fu Lightning Shadows had masters like that.
He had never imagined he would meet one here today.
Without thinking, the Great Han had borrowed the lines minor characters used when they encountered a master in the Lightning