Silence, dead silence!
All the people who were present were looking unbelievably at this scene, their facial expressions were phenomenally brilliant.
A second later, as if they had found their breath once again, their eyes were filled with unspeakable astonishment.
"Dammit, my leg!" Zhang Shi Jie cried from the pain, rolling around on the floor. His arm reached out, wanting someone to lift him up.
Yet none of them dared to move, because the other devilish man had his hands on their shoulders, casually smiling, " Come, tell this big brother where the person who has beaten you guys to a pulp is?"
The nobles cried out in their hearts [When did they get beaten to a pulp?! Well…they were really almost beaten to a pulp.]
After that, numerous complaints and groans filled the air.
