To ordinary people, Bald Strong was a big shot they shouldn't trifle with. But in reality, he was just a small fry. He knew very little about the Martial Arts World. If he had, he wouldn't have been so reckless.
"Heh, I'd like to see how you're going to finish us off today!"
Suddenly, a voice rang out. A figure emerged from the darkness. No one knew when he had arrived; it was as if he had materialized out of thin air.
Of course, the newcomer was Yang Qi.
"Who the hell do you think you are, punk, strutting around like this?" a muscular man beside Bald Strong shouted as he stood up. "I'm talking to your boss! Do you dare interrupt? Are you looking for death?"
