A bunch of trash, actually scared stiff. Qin Zhenghao immediately bellowed: "All of you TM get the f*** up here."
This shout was really effective, several people snapped out of it as if waking from a dream, and charged towards Yang Fan.
Bang bang bang...
Before these people could even get close to Yang Fan, his fierce punches and kicks swept over again, more violent than before, like cannonballs blasting off, smashing into the crowd. Over a dozen people crashed to the ground, along with those five or six, seven or eight people lay passed out on the floor.
No one dared to move an inch, many shaking all over. Just what kind of monster is this?
The remaining nearly seventy to eighty people just stood there, each one as dumb as a wooden chicken.
These people were scared, not to mention the onlooking audience. Yang Fan once again breached their psychological limits:
"Holy crap, he's so damn strong."
"My God, is he even human?"
