Chương 8: Poor

The sudden change totally startled the two robbers, especially the one with the dagger whose throat was under Qin Feng's tight grip. His face had turned red, and he was hardly able to breathe. He wanted to attack Qin Feng with the dagger but found that he had lost the strength to make even such a small move.

"Who… on earth are you?" The robber with the dagger was baffled. He had been wandering on the streets since his teens, and he had picked on fights and caused trouble everywhere. He had always been the winner.

Even if he did lose, he would not have lost so much strength. Right now, he was like a tiny ant under Qin Feng's control. The strength he had always been proud of seemed like a joke.

After a few moments, the robber with the dagger could not hold on anymore and dropped the dagger.

His eyes were bloodshot. His eyeballs started to pop out as if they would explode at any second.

"Help… help me…"