"Of course, I'm telling the truth."
To the tattooed man, he felt like he was a hero among the crowd; look at me, don't you feel that I'm brave? You all dare not confront them, but I am fearless.
"Hehe."
Zhou Yang smiled, and suddenly, with a swift motion of his arm, the palm covered by the War Armor struck the tattooed man's face with a violent slap, knocking him to the ground instantly.
The tattooed man screamed, his face swelling dramatically, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and as he opened his mouth, several teeth mixed with blood fell to the ground.
The sudden scene left everyone stunned, sitting there dumbfounded, not daring to move.
"Get up."
Zhou Yang wouldn't be as kind-hearted as Lin Fan, who smiled at others and even tried to please Feifei.
His kindness was reserved for his own people, acquaintances, and friends.
For these guys, he would absolutely unleash the domineering nature of a hero in the apocalypse.
