"People of Dragon Tooth never produce trash."
The old instructor's tone was chilling, murderous intent overflowing as each word came through gritted teeth to the skinny man embedded in the wall.
"I am a ... *cough cough* ... Yanhuang Soul, by doing this, you..."
"Yan your fucking ass!"
The old instructor lashed out with another kick, and with a snap, the skinny man's ribs were instantly broken.
"You were once a soldier, you can't kill me, killing me would be tantamount to endangering national security..." The skinny man gasped for air, exerting all his strength to utter these words.
He was scared, deeply frightened.
No one could imagine that an old, lame man selling skewers possessed such terrifying power.
"Endangering national security? Ha! It's because of trash like you that I would rather sell skewers!"
Long Wuhui was emotionally agitated, wishing he could punch the skinny man to death, but he couldn't, as he could not bear the stigma of endangering national security.
