C217 Old Dog Nie
In less than a minute, eight security guards were all lying on the ground, moaning in pain. The onlookers could scarcely believe their eyes.
The crowd was abuzz with sharp intakes of breath.
Nie Feng, witnessing Zhang Zhen's prowess, wore an expression as sour as if he had bitten into a liver. His voice clearly lacked its usual force:
"Who is this guy? Quite skilled
