Three minutes later, only Qin Shi was left standing in the hallway.
The teenager had his hands in his pockets, his eyes calm.
The tough-looking blond thug, his head hanging low and waist bent, hung weakly on the handrail.
The remaining dozen or so lackeys were sprawled on the ground like poorly planted seedlings.
"They're all useless fighters."
Qin Shi's tone was regretful, as if he hadn't had enough.
This bunch of rookies absorbed by the Righteous Fist Society couldn't even force out his Wind Fist Stream.
With just eighteen points of Life Force, he had already achieved absolute dominance.
"A Shi, what's the commotion outside…"
Li Yuan walked out of the director's office and couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the scene.
"What's going on?"
Xie Yucheng, having witnessed the battle, was extremely excited:
