"I let you be ungrateful, I let you become ingrates..."
Minutes later, Tang Ming's fists hailed down on Chu Batian's face like raindrops, and each attempt by Xin Badao to get close was met with a merciless kick that sent him flying.
In no time, Chu Batian's face was swollen and bruised, resembling a pig's head, while Xin Badao, after being kicked away for the last time, simply chose not to get up again.
"Poison Master, we give up, stop hitting us."
Chu Batian, with a whine in his voice, mumbled unclearly.
"Hmph, you understand my power now?" Tang Ming tossed Chu Batian next to Xin Badao and said coldly:
"You have some nerve, betraying me the moment you gain a little strength. What use do I have for subordinates like you? I might as well just kill you and be done with it."
"No, no, no, we didn't betray you. We were just too excited after our breakthrough and wanted to test our skills against you."
