"You son of a bitch!" Su Ming punched Zhang Biao's hated ugly face!
Instantly, Zhang Biao was knocked onto the sofa, half of his face swelling up high as he let out a series of miserable howls!
Even though he was in a lot of pain, Zhang Biao was a vicious person. In such a situation, he still shouted, "Beat this little bastard to death for me!"
A group of burly men wielding steel pipes replied in unison, gripping their pipes tightly and striking fiercely at Su Ming!
Su Ming snorted coldly, moving as fast as lightning, easily dodging all the steel pipes' attacks. He knocked down one of the men with a punch and kicked another down with a swift kick.
In no time, most of Zhang Biao's men were knocked down.
Yet among them was one who had some training; his muscles were well-defined, and his temples bulged high, clearly showing he was trained.
He seized the moment and struck Su Ming at the back of his head with a steel pipe.
