"Yes, whatever happens, it has nothing to do with us!"
These people were truly frightened. It seemed Blockhead Kong was a malignant tumor. Although Yang Qi had dealt with the big shots, he had not had time to handle these low-level thugs. He would have to remind those in charge about them.
Before long, over a dozen cars roared into the residential complex, and dozens of men swarmed up the stairs, cramming into the hallway.
The man in the lead was tall and burly, clearly a Martial Artist, though his Realm wasn't high. He was probably just an Innate Martial Artist, not even a Master, let alone a Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, or Overlord.
This must be Blockhead Kong.
Peering through peepholes and door cracks, many residents saw Blockhead Kong and trembled with fear.
"It's over, it's over! Blockhead Kong really came!"
"This kid is dead for sure. Of all people, he had to offend Blockhead Kong!"
