"Hiss!"
Everyone involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath.
Guang San lay unconscious in a pool of blood, his dagger broken in two beside him. The sight struck their hearts like a thunderbolt, stirring up waves of shock.
The champion of the underground fighting ring had been knocked down with a single kick from a frail-looking young man?
"Boss!" Guang San's trusted men blanched and rushed over to him as he lay in his own blood.
When they took a closer look, their pupils contracted.
Jun Wangchen's kick had caved in Guang San's entire chest. On closer inspection, they could even see where the bones were about to break through.
It was plain just how terrifying that kick had been.
Still, these trusted men were fiercely loyal to Guang San. One Round-Faced Man gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with anger, and drew a gun from his waistband, aiming it straight at Jun Wangchen.
"Fuck! You beat our boss like this? You're asking to die!"
The appearance of the gun startled everyone in Heaven Hall. Zifeng Town and Zi Hanyan both paled, immediately rising to their feet and shouting, "What are you doing? Put the gun down!"
Zifeng Town had not checked anyone for firearms before they entered Heaven Hall. After all, the faction bosses knew the rules and understood the consequences of drawing a gun.
But he had overlooked one thing: just because the bosses knew the rules did not mean their men did.
"He beat our boss like this. Of course he has to pay!" the Round-Faced Man snarled through clenched teeth, utterly undaunted by Zifeng Town's authority.
However formidable Jun Wangchen might be, he was still only human. No amount of strength meant anything in front of a gun.
Zifeng Town's gaze turned cold. He was about to