Everyone was terrified, not understanding what had happened, wondering how Zhou Meng, appearing so formidable, could be knocked away after just one move.
Zhou Meng fell to the ground and tried to get up, but by then Ling Zhenfei had reached him, punching him in the face and knocking him back down.
The fight was over before it even started, a clear demonstration of the gap in strength that no amount of effort could bridge.
The person lying on the ground was extremely fearful, facing such a man was enough to instill fear in anyone.
Ling Zhenfei approached Shan Biao, bent down, and looked at him, "Would you like to talk about a few things?"
Shan Biao glanced at Ling Zhenfei but said nothing, simply turning his head away.
Ling Zhenfei smiled, "Won't talk, huh? Then don't blame me for not being nice."
After speaking, Ling Zhenfei grabbed Shan Biao's mouth and pulled out a small bottle, pouring some powder from it into Shan Biao's mouth.
