"Hmph! Now you're all standing here one by one saying that Luo Ming wasn't sincere to me. What, how pure are your hearts and how righteous are your convictions? Do you want me to dig them out with my own hands, take a look, and weigh them on a scale?" Long Jiao said with an ashen face, his tone laced with a hint of fury and a triple dose of provocation.
He was certain those people lacked the guts to challenge him, let alone the strength to defeat him. Those eager-to-try minor bosses, cornered and faced with Long Jiao's successive heavy blows, ultimately chose endurance and apathy.
The man tucked in the crook of his elbow had begged for mercy at first, but under the barrage of heavy punches, he quickly lost the ability to speak. Feeling he had beaten the man enough, Long Jiao swept his ferocious gaze around the room.
Chapter 89