"I surrender!"
Hai Ting suddenly shouted.
But just as he finished saying the word 'surrender.'
Ji Long's fist already slammed into his abdomen.
What followed was a scream.
Hai Ting was directly sent flying.
Over ten meters high.
He crashed back down.
He lay on the ground like a dead dog.
His legs and feet were completely crushed by Ji Long's stomping.
"A self-deserving mutt.
If you had stopped at the right moment, I wouldn't have hurt you.
But since you wanted to kill me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Ji Long snorted coldly, kicking Hai Ting off the stage.
"Who else wants to try?"
Ji Long looked at Zhong Zhenguo and Qin Mo.
He asked.
Zhong Zhenguo shook his head.
He wasn't confident he could definitely defeat Ji Long.
Moreover, he felt that fifteen million was too expensive for that piece of Cold Iron.
Qin Mo seemed unaware of Ji Long's terror.
After all, he's just a Young Master.
He didn't have Zhong Zhenguo's insight.
