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next.

Li Haotian's voice was very soft, yet it was like a stone thrown into stagnant water.

All the previous arrogance and laughter vanished from the room.

All that remained were heavy breathing and a dozen or so bewildered gazes.

The blond thug whose steel pipe had been torn off was still holding the broken handle in a daze, his hand trembling and his face twitching.

"Attack him together! Cripple him!"

Someone shouted, breaking the deathly silence.

As if receiving an order, the two thugs closest to Li Haotian exchanged a glance, roared, and pounced at the same time.

Someone swung a baseball bat and smashed it at Li Haotian's cheek.

The other was even more insidious, lowering his body and thrusting his baton straight into Li Haotian's abdomen.

Li Haotian made a move.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward, tilting his body to the left with an extremely slight tilt.

The baseball bat, whistling through the air, grazed his hair and struck empty air.

At the same time, Li Haotian raised his right foot.

He didn't kick; it was more like he tapped the air with his toes.

"Click!"

A crisp sound.

The thug who was stabbing him in the abdomen suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if he had been put on pause.

He looked down and saw his wrist bent upwards at a bizarre 90-degree angle, the white, broken bone piercing his skin.

"ah--!"

A scream, delayed by half a second, finally burst from his throat.

Before he could finish shouting, Li Haotian's left elbow lashed backward with lightning speed.

"Bang!"

It hit the chin of the thug behind him who had missed with his baseball bat.

The thug didn't even utter a sound; his eyes rolled back, and he went limp like a lump of mud.

The whole process takes less than a second.

They took down both of them.

The remaining people's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Hold!"

The thug with a scar on his face reacted the fastest. Instead of rushing in, he circled around from the side and drew an arc with his machete, aiming for the back of Li Haotian's neck!

Li Haotian didn't even turn his head.

He suddenly ducked low to avoid the blade, while simultaneously whipping his left leg backward like a whip.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

His heel landed precisely on the back of Scarface's knee.

Scarface's legs buckled instantly, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, Li Haotian used him as the axis, spun half a circle, and with his right hand, snatched the machete from his hand and sent it back.

The hilt of the knife slammed heavily into the nose of another thug who rushed up at him.

Blood and screams erupted simultaneously.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

Finally, someone realized something was wrong.

This is not a fight, this is a massacre.

The thin young man in front of me is not human at all.

His every move was so fast that it was impossible to see, and every strike accurately hit the most vulnerable joints of the human body.

There are no unnecessary movements, no fancy techniques.

Only the most efficient and purest form of violence.

The room was a complete mess.

Some people tried to escape, but found that the door was blocked.

Someone was wildly waving their weapon, but they couldn't even touch the hem of Li Haotian's clothes.

Screams, the sound of bones breaking, and the thud of heavy objects falling to the ground rose and fell in waves.

Li Haotian was like a heartless harvesting machine, moving through the confined space.

He punched one of the thugs in the elbow joint, and the arm immediately went limp.

He stepped on another thug's ankle, the crisp sound of bones cracking making one's teeth ache.

Less than thirty seconds.

When the last thug standing was struck on the neck by Li Haotian with a chop to the neck, foaming at the mouth and collapsing, the entire room fell silent.

Besides the "wounded" men rolling on the ground groaning in pain, only two people remained standing.

Li Haotian.

And Mount Tai, who stood in the center of the room, had not moved an inch from beginning to end, and whose face was deathly pale.

Taishan looked at his men scattered on the ground. Each of them had remarkably similar injuries: either a broken hand or a broken leg, all of them incapacitated, yet none of them had a fatal wound.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

As the most capable Red Stick under Wang Feilong, he was confident that he could easily take on a dozen or so men.

But it's absolutely impossible to do something like what's happening now, where a dozen people are rendered useless in half a minute in an almost artistic way.

This is something no human could do.

This is a dimensional reduction attack.

Li Haotian ignored him and instead walked to the broken coffee table, picked up a relatively clean napkin from the floor, and slowly wiped away non-existent dust from his hands.

Then, he crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it on the ground.

He raised his head and his gaze fell on Mount Tai.

"Your turn."

Taishan's facial muscles twitched violently.

Fear and the dignity of being a top-notch enforcer were locked in a fierce battle in his mind.

Run? The door is blocked.

Beg for mercy? He can't afford to lose face like that!

"Fuck your mother!"

Taishan suddenly roared, seemingly trying to embolden himself with his voice.

He pulled a gleaming dagger from behind his waist!

He exerted force with his feet, and his burly body, like a tiger unleashed from its cage, fiercely stabbed towards Li Haotian's heart!

This strike embodied all his power and ruthlessness.

He refused to believe that flesh and blood could withstand a knife!

The tip of the knife rapidly magnified in Li Haotian's pupils.

Li Haotian did not dodge.

Just as the knife tip was about to touch his chest T-shirt, his right hand shot out like lightning.

It's not about grabbing the blade, nor is it about blocking.

Instead, he directly grabbed Taishan's wrist, which was holding the knife.

Taishan felt as if his wrist was locked by a red-hot iron clamp, unable to move forward even an inch.

An irresistible force came.

"Snap!"

Taishan could even hear the sound of his wrist bones dislocating.

A sharp pain shot through him, and he instinctively released his grip.

The dagger slipped from his hand.

Before he could react, all he saw was a blur, and the dagger was already in Li Haotian's hand.

Li Haotian gripped the dagger and casually flicked his wrist.

"Buzz—!"

A sharp, trembling sound.

Taishan felt a chill on his right ear as a gust of wind brushed against his earlobe and cheek.

He turned his head stiffly, inch by inch.

The dagger he relied on for his life was now deeply embedded in the wall less than a centimeter from his ear, its hilt still vibrating rapidly and emitting a buzzing sound.

Penetrate the wall, at least three points.

Taishan's body froze completely.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

If that last movement had been just slightly off-center...

He dared not think any further.

A foot gently stepped on his chest.

Mount Tai's body went limp, and he was forced to his knees by the seemingly light but mountain-like force.

He looked up and met Li Haotian's condescending eyes.

There was no anger, no murderous intent in those eyes, only a mocking and bored look, as if they were trash.

Li Haotian bent down and gently patted Taishan's face, which was covered in cold sweat.

The movements were very gentle, even somewhat intimate.

But the words he uttered made Mount Tai feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"this one?"

Those two words were like two slaps to the face, leaving Mount Tai dizzy and disoriented.

Li Haotian straightened up and increased the pressure of his foot on Taishan's chest, causing Taishan to let out a painful groan.

"Go back and tell your boss, Wang Feilong, right?"

Li Haotian looked down at him and said slowly.

"Next time you call for reinforcements, can you be a little more professional? Shout more so we can all come at once."

He paused, then a smile appeared on his face that would make even the most horrified man in Mount Tai tremble.

"Your group isn't even enough for me to warm up."