Thinking of this, Zhao Tiezhu couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
As the crowd approached, he reluctantly stuffed his clothing into his embrace before launching an attack on the group charging at him.
Zhao Tiezhu's method of attack was very simple, devoid of any flashy moves—just a simple punch. However, this single punch was not to be underestimated in its power.
Without exception, everyone who rushed at him and got hit by Zhao Tiezhu's punch fell to the ground, unable to get back up again.
Just like that, Zhao Tiezhu threw punches left and right, left and right.
Ultimately, he knocked down everyone who came at him.
After witnessing this scene, Zhao Tiezhu patted his hands and let out a cold laugh.
"That's it? Just a mob of riffraff!"
Having said that, Zhao Tiezhu took the clothes he had just bought out of his embrace and held them in his hand, ready to leave the place.