In the chaos, more than ten people were running straight towards them from a distance, clearly targeting Su Changxing, the wealthy cripple.
Su Changxing could distinctly hear someone shouting, "Brothers, a horse never fattens without night grass, a man never gets rich without a windfall, let's finish him."
Su Changxing immediately pulled out the steel saber from his backpack and limped towards them, realizing that only blood could calm these people down, words would be wasted.
A blue gleam surfaced on the blade, sharp enough to hurt the eyes.
[Concentrating: 500%]
With one step forward, one slash, four or five people fell to the ground simultaneously, blood spraying in an arc, landing on the gray, blurred floor tiles.
The people behind suddenly stopped, looking at Su Changxing with terror; with just one easy slash, four or five of them had died, and horror unknowingly spread in their hearts.
The next moment, they screamed in fear and scattered in all directions.
