C754 Jiyao

Huang Mao and his crew were nothing more than petty thugs.

Chen Zhixuan was out of their league, and even Zhang Heng could probably take them down single-handedly.

Now, they lay sprawled on the ground, walloped by a Rolls-Royce umbrella, some even crying out in pain.

Their display was downright humiliating.

By the time the beating stopped, not one of them could stand