Wang Hao immediately shouted, "Hey, look who's here! Lei Qiang! It's this bastard. You have to take him down now!"
Lei Qiang took a step forward, his gaze indifferent. "He's just a piece of trash. Killing him is as easy as flipping my hand."
Zhao Dong gave a mocking smile. "And who gave you the courage to say that?"
Wang Hao, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation, chuckled grotesquely. "Hahaha, an Inner Strength master can kill a regular person like you with a wave of his hand! Just you wait! Lei Qiang, kill him!"
Zhao Dong sneered. "A third-level Inner Strength weakling dares to run his mouth here?"
Lei Qiang's expression changed. "How do you know that?!"
The corner of Zhao Dong's mouth curled into a smirk. Lei Qiang had only just registered the smile when, before he could react, Zhao Dong was suddenly right in front of him!
Lei Qiang's pupils shrank. "You're also an Inner Strength master?!"
"Inner Strength master, my ass!"
