A phantom image flashed across everyone's retinas, and in the next instant, Zhao Dong was right in front of them! This terrifying speed left the thugs dumbfounded, each one staring at Zhao Dong as if they had just seen a ghost.
In a flash, Zhao Dong kicked several men, sending them flying into the crowd behind them. A chorus of screams and wails erupted. Their brief shock quickly gave way to outrage.
"You little shit, you're pushing your luck! Brothers, get him! Take this bastard down!"
As if pumped full of adrenaline, the group swarmed and encircled Zhao Dong.
A cold glint flashed in Zhao Dong's eyes. He clenched his fists and unleashed a flurry of punches as swift and violent as a sudden storm. Cries of pain filled the air as one body after another was sent flying. Zhao Dong's expression was frigid. Each punch and kick cut through the air with an audible whoosh.
When several more rushed him, Zhao Dong let out a cold laugh, leaped into the air, and lashed out with a kick.
