SNAP. The cigarette dropped from his mouth. The leader's face turned ashen.
How is this possible! How could this be possible! In less than thirty seconds, thirteen thugs armed with clubs were all crippled? And by Jiangzhou's publicly acclaimed number one coward, no less? Impossible!
"You… who in the world are you?" he stammered, his entire body convulsing and his legs shaking violently. He stared at Qin Fan as if he had seen a ghost, his pale, bloodless face a mask of terror.
"Who I am isn't important," Qin Fan said with a cold laugh, quoting the young man's earlier words. "What's important is that you can go collect your disability benefits now!"
Before despair could fully consume the young man, Qin Fan hurled the baseball bat in his hand at his legs. Instinctively, the young man tried to dodge. But how could a worthless cur like him possibly evade a strike from the Shura Venerable?
CRACK!
The sickening crunch of shattering bone echoed through the alley.
