The boss took a drag from his cigarette but got nothing. He glanced down and realized only half of it remained; the other half had vanished long ago.
He tossed the cigarette to the ground and looked at his number two.
"Number Two, go on! This time, you can really let loose."
His number two grunted in affirmation and charged into the crowd.
In the middle of the crowd, Leng Yuan sent one man flying with a kick, then smashed his fist into another's body. The man's shoulder caved in, and the impact numbed his entire chest. With half his body useless, Leng Yuan kicked him away. The man collapsed to the ground, wailing, unable to even get back up.
Another one down.
The remaining men were terrified, their attacks growing timid and hesitant. But Leng Yuan didn't let them off. As his fists flew, they could even hear the wind whistle past.
'Just how powerful is he!'
