Brother Hong's face was ashen, his legs trembling. His eyes were filled with terror.
That's right. Terror.
Over the years, Brother Hong had been all over and seen it all, but he had never met anyone as fierce—as unnervingly bizarre—as Zhao Yuan.
In the recent brawl—one man against a crowd—Zhao Yuan's speed, strength, and reflexes were far beyond those of a normal person. Brother Hong's thugs never even had a chance to fight back; they were completely dominated from start to finish.
Several times, as Brother Hong watched Zhao Yuan tear through the crowd, he had the distinct and terrifying illusion that Zhao Yuan wasn't a man, but a Wild Beast!
A terrifying Wild Beast from primordial times!
More than once, Brother Hong had wanted to run, but in the end, he couldn't. His legs were jelly, sapped of all strength by sheer terror. He knew, with dawning certainty, that he couldn't possibly escape the claws of this Wild Beast.
