WHOOSH! The moment Lin Mu finished speaking, he flexed his arm and effortlessly hoisted the six-foot-three Zhou Peng into the air, launching him toward the third floor.
Spinning through the air, Zhou Peng let out a scream of pure terror. Lin Mu had instantly shattered his arms, body, and every bone in his frame. His opponent's strength had reached an absolute peak, a level that so-called boxers like them could never hope to contend with.
SPLAT!
Zhou Peng crashed heavily in front of Fang Ziming, a mangled heap of flesh and blood, like a side of ruined meat. The sight was as tragic as it was brutally gruesome.
URGH!
Fang Ziming felt his gorge rise and immediately bent over, vomiting on the ground until nothing but stomach acid came up. He then leaped to his feet like a madman, pounding his chest. His face darkened as he glanced down at the burn mark left by a cigarette butt.
But that was nothing. What he truly hated was that Lin Mu had now killed two of his men.
