Zhang Jun gave a desolate smile, remembering how his wife always complained about his stubborn temperament, preferring to break rather than bend.
He slowly closed his eyes, letting Zhang Qihu take action.
Oh well, this way he could see her sooner.
Zhang Qihu reached out his hand, with a cold Force emanating from his palm.
He only needed to lightly tap the Tan Zhong acupoint on the opponent's chest and pierce with Cold Ice Power to create the false appearance of a heart attack death.
"You forced me."
Zhang Qihu's gaze turned completely cold, his intent to kill was determined.
His left index finger emitted cold air, leaving behind a trace of remnant shadow, pointing towards Zhang Jun's Tan Zhong acupoint.
But in the next second, his finger felt cold, followed by a sharp pain.
"Ah—"
Zhang Qihu screamed and instinctively erupted Protective Force, retreating backward.
His scream startled the gang members who were smashing things around, causing them to rush over.
