The dozens from the Fierce Tiger Gang met their end in an instant, their bodies and heads separated as scarlet mist sprayed like a fountain at the scene.
The ordinary people around the small tavern, oppressed by the Fierce Tiger Gang for years, were all dumbstruck.
It wasn't until the gang leader's body hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust, that the crowd finally accepted the reality.
The next moment, they looked at Li Ji'an with a mix of admiration, fear, and gratitude in their eyes. Ultimately, they all appeared wary, quickly distancing themselves or closing their doors.
"Senior…" The father and son, shocked, also revealed a look of fear and spoke nervously.
Li Ji'an picked up another bowl of wine and drank it: "Speak freely!"
"Please forgive us, Senior. May we ask… what exactly is your cultivation level?" The middle-aged man summoned his courage to ask nervously.
