As Brother Cheng shouted, those peculiar-looking folks started attacking Su Changfeng, but they weren't very skilled fighters, just slightly better than the elderly with no combat ability.
In front of Su Changfeng, they were mere paper tigers. With every punch or kick, another person fell, completely overwhelmed by him.
Before long, except for Brother Cheng, everyone else was already lying on the ground, and the store was filled with groans of pain.
Brother Cheng was so shocked he could hardly speak, and his previous arrogance had completely vanished.
"You... who are you really?" Brother Cheng asked, looking at Su Changfeng in terror.
"Me?" Su Changfeng smiled and said, "It looks like you guys must be worshipping some kind of cult. In that case, I'm definitely a messenger sent by the heavens to teach you a lesson."
Brother Cheng was so frightened that his legs gave way, and he sat on the ground, looking as if he actually believed Su Changfeng's words.
