45: Chapter 47 Call me 45: Chapter 47 Call me …

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On the bridge, the opposing side took the lead by displaying their power, throwing one of their men off the bridge.

Li Xiaoqiang said indifferently, “Since he wanted to show us his power, we can’t show weakness.

Bozi, there’s a street lamp over there.”

Bozi smiled slightly, a trickle of saliva running from the corner of his mouth as he walked toward the street lamp.

Everyone’s eyes followed him.

They saw Bozi kick out, and with a clang, the light atop the street lamp flickered twice and then bent over, parallel to the ground.

At that moment, Bozi lifted the street lamp up with both hands, and with a bang, he tore it right off.

The two screws flew out far, rolling on the highway and clinking, as if they were shocked by Bozi’s barbaric strength, afraid of him.

All of Jingwu Gate’s more than two hundred underlings shivered, their breaths turning to gasps of cold air.

Hiss!

Damn, the air felt so cold, as if they were breathing in ice cubes, causing their bodies to shudder uncontrollably.

This drooling simpleton had instantaneously grown enormous in their minds, towering as high as the sky!

They looked at Bozi as if he were a Barbaric Beast, a sight they would probably never forget for the rest of their lives.

Qin Bo choked out, “Is…

is this even…

human…

anymore?”

Li Xiaoqiang smiled slightly and said, “My brother, could he be anything but human?”

Qin Bo swallowed hard twice, his eyes bulging with admiration, “Truly brothers, both of you so ruthless, awesome!”

Qin Bo couldn’t help but give a big thumbs up.

Even those at the end of the bridge were shocked.

A middle-aged man dressed in a white suit, wearing a cap, his eyes intensively focused on the other side of the bridge, asked with a frown, “Who is he?”

The several stern youths beside him furrowed their brows and said, “He Gang, we’ve never seen such a burly man on the streets before.”

The giant, dragging a street lamp pole with one hand, was walking towards them.

The grating sound of the iron pole scraping against the ground was piercing to the core, creating the impression that approaching them was not a man, but a devil, the King Yan from the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

With each step he took, it seemed as if the aura of a dragon and elephant followed closely behind him.

He Gang felt as if a dark cloud hanging over his head was swiftly descending, and gradually, their breathing became difficult, their backs unable to straighten, an impact and panic that shook them mentally.

Those underlings behind him couldn’t resist taking a couple of steps back.

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