Su Han's strength far exceeded Master Cheng's expectations. He couldn't even begin to gauge the power gap between them.
Master Cheng's face turned pale, both of his arms were hanging limply, the last punch from Su Han had shattered it.
Today, not only was killing Su Han out of the question, but whether he himself could leave alive was also uncertain.
He watched Su Han warily, breathing heavily.
"What? You still want to kill me?" Su Han glanced at Master Cheng, seemingly having guessed his origin. "It seems you are from Beijing and really think highly of yourselves and belittled everyone else life and value."
Master Cheng's face underwent several changes. Su Han had guessed his background?
If Su Han blamed the Zhou family for this, it would be real trouble.
"This is Hai Dong Province, not Beijing!" Su Han roared.
"Hmph, if you want to kill me, then do it now!" Master Cheng coldly retorted. At this point, nothing he said mattered.