The scene was utterly shocking.
Jiang Xinghai's Upper Hook landed on Brother Hao's abdomen. The sheer force of the blow made it seem as if his fist was a pack of dynamite, a sight too brutal to watch.
Brother Hao coughed up blood, his organs ruptured. He stopped breathing after that single strike.
THUD!
Brother Hao's body crashed to the floor.
Instantly—
The dozen or so men still able to fight were dumbfounded.
This included Ma Long, who was on the verge of death.
This man's fighting prowess was so incredible, he was like a god.
"Who are you?"
Jiang Xinghai stood his ground, his eyes sweeping over the dozen men as an icy chill radiated from him.
THUMP... THUMP...
The remaining dozen men nearly pissed themselves in terror, dropping to their knees one after another.
"Sir, sir! We're from the Blood Dragon Association! This was all a misunderstanding, a total misunderstanding!"
"Sir, please be merciful and spare us! We'll leave right now."
