When Brother Wen spat out the words "country bumpkin," Wang Zhixing sent him flying with lightning speed.
Brother Wen ended up hanging on a tree ten meters away.
Wang Zhixing was in the third class of Qi Refinement, a cultivator in the Combat specialization. If he had not controlled his strength, Brother Wen would have ended up as bloody most.
Wang Zhixing had shown mercy.
The other gangsters and the red-haired woman were all stunned.
What power! Is he still human?
Clang—Clang—
At this moment, the gangsters dropped their metal rods.
"Brother, we were wrong!"
"We'll kneel to you!"
This bunch was very adaptable and quickly knelt down in front of Wang Zhixing.
Meanwhile, the red-haired woman's face was ashen. She stood rooted to the spot, completely scared out of her wits.
A few moments of silence.
Wang Zhixing ordered, "Carry him away!"
"And don't let me see you people again."