Su Ming had already controlled his strength, otherwise these guys wouldn't be able to shout so easily here.
At this moment, Tao Junchen looked at everything on the ground, his face full of disbelief, feeling like he'd seen a ghost.
What's going on?
How did so many of his subordinates get knocked down by Su Ming in an instant? Who is this Su Ming?
Could he be a god of war descended to earth, taking on seven or eight people by himself without a scratch, and looking entirely unfazed without even breaking a sweat!
Is this guy human or ghost?
Right now, sweat beads were forming on Tao Junchen's forehead, and he was finally starting to feel scared.
He was originally someone who couldn't even harm a chicken, good at bullying the soft and fearing the tough, dealing with women, but when facing a tough guy like Su Ming, he didn't even dare to breathe.
