At the entrance to Jinling Central Hospital.
Jun Wangchen stared grimly at the group of men in black blocking his way, a terrifying chill radiating from him. His eyes were ice-cold.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo are on their way. Please stay here and wait a moment." The man leading the group held out an arm to stop Jun Wangchen, his manner oddly forceful.
At the mention of Mo Xinao and Fu Wanli, a cold glint flashed through Jun Wangchen's eyes. Expressionless, he said in a low voice, "What does their coming here have to do with me? Get out of my way!"
"Sorry, we're only following orders. If you don't want to get hurt, stay right here." The leader frowned, a warning creeping into his voice.
"Get hurt?" Jun Wangchen suddenly smiled. His strength at peak Qi Condensation erupted, and an immense pressure bore down on the leader like a mountain.
"Either move, or... die!"
Feeling his body grow heavier, as though an enormous weight had been strapped to him, the leader trembled. Terrified, he hastily stepped aside.
The other men in black scowled at the sight. They shot their leader contemptuous looks, then swiftly surrounded Jun Wangchen.
"You haven't even reached the level of a martial artist, yet you dare block my way?" Jun Wangchen sneered, stamped his foot, and swept forward like the wind. Like a tiger among sheep, he unleashed punches and kicks that swept through them like a gale scattering fallen leaves. Every second, someone went flying.
Within ten seconds, only two or three of the men surrounding him could barely get back to their feet. The rest clutched their bodies, their faces twisted in pain as they groaned.
The two or three who had stood were utterly terrified.