Zhu Guangping, just a low-level hoodlum, had never seen such a ruthless character before. The murderous aura that radiated from the person seemed to grip his neck, making it hard for him to breathe.
He was truly terrified, feeling as if the man could kill him the next moment without a doubt. Now, there wasn't a single spot on his body that wasn't in pain.
Not to mention the vicious kick from that woman before, this man had broken two of his ribs with just a couple of kicks, his combat power was terrifyingly high.
Wang Meng flashed Tang Anzhi a solicitous smile, so radiant it could almost ascend to heaven, "Tang Tang, leave this sort of trash to me, don't dirty your feet and hands." After speaking, he turned his head, his expression shifting faster than a quick-change act.
Vicious eyes, a face filled with malice, and a voice cold and merciless, a stark contrast to his demeanor just moments before.
