"No—!"
Tie Shan cried out in terror, never imagining he would be defeated by these people he had never considered worth his attention.
As he watched those dozen figures rush toward him, his eyes filled with despair and his heart was instantly overwhelmed with fear.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Twelve punches in succession shattered Tie Shan's limbs, leaving no bone in his body unscathed!
Within a single breath, he had become a cripple, a heap of flesh collapsing to the ground, unable to move.
And Iron Cannon and the others encircled him, exuding a terrifying killing intent that made everyone around shudder in fear!
Tang Junru clenched his fists, his breath almost stopping, eyes wide as he stared at Iron Cannon and the others, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
Tang Qi stood there, seemingly having forgotten his purpose here—to rescue Li Zhengyang. But there was no need for him to act; the battle formation of Iron Cannon and his men was evidently much more powerful.
