C227 Master Zhao

"Out of the way, out of the way …"

Suddenly, a commotion broke out on the busy street. A man with a knife scar on his face roared at the people on the street with his bare arms.

With his shout, the pedestrians on the street dodged to both sides as if they had seen a plague. The screams of women and the cries of children became one, creating more chaos in the bustling street.

"Look, it's Ba Xia