He rubbed his numb right arm, his icy gaze sweeping over his cheering subordinates and frightening them into immediate silence.
The nearby bearded man and several other chieftains at the Hidden Strength level saw it all clearly, their expressions complicated.
The last exchange had appeared to be a draw. Li Qianxiong had retreated a few steps while Yang Jing was seemingly sent flying. But anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Yang Jing had deliberately used the force of the impact to disengage. Not only was he completely unharmed, but he had also successfully broken through their encirclement. He had clearly seized the initiative and gained the upper hand!
"Boss…"
The burly, bearded man opened his mouth to say something but was coldly cut off by Li Qianxiong. "After him! Go! Even if you have to leave no stone unturned, you will find that brat and the Liu he took!"
How could he tolerate such humiliation?
