One of the beggars who had been beaten up was unconvinced."Brother mang is really strong. I think he's a martial artist."
"Are you F * cking blind?" Mang-GE was furious.
"If he's a martial artist, then I'm a mystical Grandmaster. One more stomp and the capital will be shaken."
To his knowledge, the profound Grandmaster realm was already the highest level of cultivation.
The beggar who was scolded lowered his head, too weak to resist.
Brother mang placed his left hand on his waist and pointed at the old beggar with his right hand. He scolded rudely,"who the F * ck gave you the guts to touch my people?"
The old beggar looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a dead man.
He endured the severe injuries on his body and asked coldly,"is everyone here?"
"What do you mean by this?"
"Do you know why I let them go?" The old beggar asked.
"You want to join me?" Brother mang's mystical way of thinking.
The old beggar was speechless.