To cause trouble for Tang Ming, Zhou Hai had to bring people over. The youths by his side were high-level disciples of the Sun and Moon Group, all three of them masters in the Martial Master Realm.
"Manager Zhou, this brat stole my belongings and dares to attack me. Capture him quickly!"
The man with the octopus haircut, kneeling on the ground, shouted anxiously.
"Noisy."
Tang Ming snorted, raised his foot slightly, and then kicked hard. The man with the octopus haircut slid uncontrollably across the ground.
"Puff."
After stabilizing his posture, the man with the octopus haircut couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood from the weight of that kick.
"Outrageous! How dare you commit violence in front of us? Do you think there's no one in the Sun and Moon Group?"
Zhou Hai shouted coldly, though inwardly he was elated.
