"You punk, quite dishonest, aren't you," Wang Longhu took a step forward, grabbing the young man hiding behind the security guard, and sneered.
"I was wrong, don't kill me, don't kill me." The young man was instantly terrified, just moments ago he was still showing off, but now he was pale with fright.
Wang Longhu sniffed, his keen sense of smell instantly picking up a foul odor wafting through the air.
"Damn." Wang Longhu quickly realized, directly hurling the person away.
Unexpectedly, a man's mental resilience could be so poor that he was scared enough to wet his pants.
Having no interest in further reprimanding this guy, Wang Longhu walked directly into the dojo.
The security guards stood there dumbfounded, not daring to block Wang Longhu at all.
Because they had seen with their own eyes, Wang Longhu had thrown the pants-wetting young man seven or eight meters away.
