"I..."
Little Tiger's hand was trembling, the cigarette slipped from his fingers, and he couldn't speak out of fear.
Sss sss...
The sparks from the cigarette hitting the floor splattered onto the nearby blood, the slight extinguishing sound could be heard clearly in the quiet room at this moment.
"Gulp..." King Snake swallowed hard, but then relief washed over him.
At this moment.
King Snake looked at Zhang Feng as if he had seen top-grade jade!
'This skill? It's not just one person fighting two or three; he could easily fight twenty or thirty!'
King Snake was extremely excited, glad he had a 'brother who could easily defeat a boxing champion'!
But when he saw the trembling Little Tiger, frustration and anger surged.
"You damn little cat! If not for my good brother Feng holding the fort today, I would have been dragged down by you!"
King Snake cursed angrily, looked around, and jogged outside the office.
About half a minute later.
He wielded a steel pipe over a meter long and swung it directly at the immobile Little Tiger!
Bang!
The dull hit made Little Tiger howl, crouching down and holding his head instinctively.
Little Tiger could actually fight, but with Zhang Feng and those bodies nearby,
He smelled the blood in the room and didn't dare resist.
"Hold on, King Snake!" Shun'er was quick, took off his jacket, tore off a piece, and stuffed it into Little Tiger's mouth to prevent him from calling for help.
King Snake nodded in satisfaction and swung again.
Bang bang bang!
"Mmm... I was wrong..." Little Tiger could only take the beating, whining indistinctly in apology.
"Damn you!"
King Snake ignored his pleas and kept swinging madly.
Whoosh—
As the steel pipe cut through the air, King Snake's carefully groomed hairstyle became a mess from the swinging.
Zhang Feng glanced over, quietly recovering his strength.
'As the martial art says, internal cultivation is a breath.
During a punch, one breath mustn't disperse, it must be held in.
But this quick three-second assault, with the overclocking of hard qigong, made the force exceed my normal level.
My inner qi has been greatly consumed.'
Zhang Feng was calculating gains and losses, sorting out combat experience, completely ignoring the cries and beating of King Snake and Little Tiger.
'Seems like in future fights, I should prepare some medicine pills to replenish blood qi for quick recovery after an outburst.
Or maybe, when choosing to attribute points, enhance my digestion and absorption capacity to improve overall physical function.'
With the constant improvement of constitution, Zhang Feng's understanding of 'human body functions' deepened.
He learned that enhancing 'digestive capacity' could be supplemented with other items.
Medicine pills replenishing qi and blood are a good choice.
They quickly restore qi and increase the limit of inner qi.
They could even serve as high-energy food.
With thirty years of martial arts experience, Zhang Feng could make some commonly used training pills.
Though not as convenient as assigning attribute points.
At the same time.
Shun'er and others were examining the bodies on the floor.
"Kicked someone's neck and snapped it?"
"Awesome! Brother Feng!"
"Wow... Brother Feng, how do you usually train?"
They were repeatedly amazed.
The terrifying wounds inflicted by such monstrous force made even these blood-licking blade-wielders shudder.
They knew Zhang Feng practiced martial arts, but didn't know he was this terrifying?
Because when Zhang Feng spoke of 'martial arts,' it was as calm as saying 'I'm going to do two push-ups today.'
They never paid much attention.
But today, Zhang Feng redefined the term 'martial arts' for them.
"That was Taron, the bone-crushing machine..." Shun'er looked at Taron's body, speaking with lingering fear, "But now he's dismantled by Brother Feng..."
Shun'er and others discussed Taron, curious as they surrounded Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng's physique was slightly more robust than Shun'er and others.
Though he wasn't up to a bodybuilding champion's level, this incident made him appear full of solid power in their eyes.
"Dare to deceive me?" King Snake was still swinging the steel pipe.
Having Brother Feng around, he only wanted to vent fully.
After a dozen seconds, Little Tiger stopped begging.
His curled-up body slowly straightened.
Zhang Feng glanced over, knowing he had been beaten unconscious.
"Damn!"
King Snake saw Little Tiger faint and tossed the steel pipe aside, using his sweaty hands to fix his messy hairstyle.
"Damn! If it weren't for my brother Feng, this piece of shit would have really screwed me!"
King Snake cursed, then returned to his refined demeanor, looking more fervently at Zhang Feng.
"Brother! What should we do with this guy?"
King Snake pointed at Little Tiger, then towards the door,
"I just thought to use him as a hostage.
But thinking it over, I don't think using Little Tiger as a hostage would make the gunmen outside surrender.
Considering what Little Tiger said, he didn't tell the people outside about today.
I reckon they're just typical collaborators, not in a hierarchical line."
"King Snake is right." Shun'er was also slightly worried at this point,
"If we really took their boss hostage, the moment they saw 'the boss tied up' situation, it's unlikely they'd surrender and disarm, letting us do as we please!
More likely, they'd bluntly retaliate with a storm of bullets!"