Crack, bang, pop...
The brawl began.
Though there were many of them, the thugs led by the crew-cut practiced only some common tricks, such as Monkey Steals Peach and Gathering Moon from the Sea, all sneaky moves.
Zhou Wei was not a match for Ning Fan, but he too was in the Object-Manipulating Realm, putting up a desperate resistance.
For a moment, the conflict reached a stalemate where neither side could prevail over the other.
Seeing this, Ning Fan flicked his cigarette butt towards Zhou Wei's direction.
Whoosh...
Zhou Wei was in the midst of battling the thugs when he suddenly sensed a sound slicing through the air.
He turned to look and immediately turned ashen-faced.
Though it was only a cigarette butt, in Ning Fan's hands, it flew like an arrow directly towards Zhou Wei's face.
Zhou Wei was terrified and wanted to evade it, but found all around him were flying fists and kicks, leaving him with no room to retreat.
