Five minutes later.
Qiao had been battered beyond recognition.
Blood streamed from his seven orifices, and all his bones and sinews were shattered.
The commander-in-chief of a nation had been beaten to a horrifying state.
Old Ninth planted one foot on his face, pointed at everyone watching, and roared arrogantly, "Get on your fucking knees!"
"You mere alien races, who gave you the nerve to stand before me?"
"Get on your fucking knees before you speak!"
"Kneel! Kneel!"
With Old Ninth backing them, the Lei Zis straightened their backs.
They pointed their long blades at the opposing soldiers' noses and threatened, "Don't understand human speech? Get on your fucking knees!"
Cameras from around the world were watching.
The three Johnsons' faces had darkened beyond description.
Old Ninth was far too arrogant.
The moment he appeared, he had savagely beaten the Federation's commander-in-chief and forced a million people throughout the city to kneel.
Was there any law left?
The dozen or so legion commanders flushed crimson, but their positions would not allow them to kneel.
"Motherfuckers, got tough bones? Smash every bone in their bodies!" Old Ninth did not care about any of that.
If he did not vent this anger, he would suffocate himself with it.
The moment he finished speaking.
Bone struck first.
He pulled the gun barrel out of a wrecked armored vehicle with one hand and smashed it straight into one general's knees.
Pain shot through both of the general's legs, and he dropped unwillingly to his knees.
"What? My brother's words mean nothing to you?" Hi Dog looked grimly at the others. "Anyone who thinks his bones are tough can keep standing. I'll kill you one by one."
"There are hundreds of millions of us. Kill us all if you can!"
The legion commanders exchanged looks.