Upon hearing Yang Qi's words, everyone was stunned.
This young man must not be from Sea City. He must not know who Yagyu Muju is. How dare he demand that this Young Master cripple his own martial arts and kowtow in apology? How is that even possible!
Yagyu Muju was stunned as well. Then, he burst into roaring laughter.
"Hahahaha!"
His men behind him began to laugh too, finding the entire situation ridiculous.
Suddenly, the laughter died. Yagyu Muju stared at Yang Qi with an incredibly sinister gaze. "Boy, you dare to ask me to cripple my own martial arts? Getting bold, are we? Since that's the case, you don't deserve to live."
"Do it. Cripple him. Then hang him from a streetlight to bake in the sun! I'd like to see if he still dares to be so arrogant!"
"Yes!"
As Yagyu Muju gave the command, eighteen men behind him simultaneously dismounted their motorcycles. They advanced on Yang Qi, releasing terrifying auras.
