"Break my teeth, huh? Fine, I'll indulge you!"
Chu Mo sneered coldly, moving with lightning speed to stand before the bald thug, and without a word, he fiercely punched him right in the mouth.
Puchi!
A tremendous force shattered several of his teeth, and blood mixed with broken teeth spattered on the ground.
"Fuck your mother!" The bald thug cursed with a whistle in his voice as he kept backing away.
At the same time, those muscular men wielding steel pipes charged at Chu Mo with a fierce and malevolent air.
Seeing these intimidating brutes, Chu Mo didn't take them seriously at all. They weren't even good enough to be sparring partners; even a punching bag would take more beating than they could.
The residents of the neighborhood were indignant at the sight but didn't dare to engage with opponents wielding steel pipes.
