"Hoo..."
Hao Jian's figure trembled slightly, then like a gentle breeze, he appeared above the two men. Silently extending his hands, he turned them into blades and struck fiercely at the back of their necks.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two heavy thuds were heard, as Brother Long's two henchmen lay on the ground, still maintaining their forward motion with grimaces on their faces.
"Tap..."
Hao Jian's figure slowly descended, landing lightly on his toes. After pausing for a moment, he stood still and looked up at Brother Long, whose face was filled with astonishment. A cold smile appeared on his lips, "Shall we have a good talk now?"
"From beginning to end, how many times have you struck?"
Hao Jian's gaze suddenly turned icy, piercing Brother Long, causing a tingling pain on his skin, "Leaving you alive is because I don't think you matter..."
"Although now I also don't want to deal with you, unfortunately you came to bother me..."
"Kid!"