The face of a man with a surprisingly refined and scholarly air was revealed.
"Zhang Ergou!"
Qi Yue wasn't particularly surprised to see his face. Instead, he mockingly called out the name the man was so ashamed of.
"Sir, enough talk! The constables can't hold them off any longer!"
Wang Tianfeng, at his side, grew anxious. 'We're running out of time and he's still chattering away! Why can't the Chief ever break this damned habit of talking during a fight?'
Hearing his name called out, Zhang Ergou flew into a rage. With a furious roar, he charged at Qi Yue once more.
Qi Yue glanced at his men. Seeing that the government officials were nearly all gone, his expression darkened and he surged forward to meet the charge.
In just a few moments, he had beaten the Vice Gang Leader of the Celestial Eagle Gang—who had not cultivated any External Skills and was already injured—sending him staggering backward, violently coughing up blood.
