"What?!" the five were astonished.
Severing an arm was like severing their parents. The four kidnappers contorted their faces, "What are we afraid of?! Can the few of us not beat him alone? Go to hell! For… for us, go to hell!"
The four rose and joined forces, pulling out their daggers and stabbing at Ming Zhi Tian!
Ming Zhi Tian shook his head. In the span of a breath, he punched each of them, sending them flying and dead on the ground.
Before Scarface could even see how he moved, it was truly ruthless. He pulled out his dagger without batting an eye and severed his own hand.
"Let's go." Ming Zhi Tian cleared the way, giving him a chance to start anew. Why not?
Wei An Zhen chased after him, throwing a stone and shouting at Ming Zhi Tian, "Why did you let the bad guys go! Are you crazy?"
Ming Zhi Tian shrugged, "If I let them go, I let them go. Don't chase them. A starving camel is still bigger than a horse. Don't get yourself into trouble."
"Hmph, brother, let's go." Wei An Zhen said irritably.
Wei An Yang bowed awkwardly to Ming Zhi Tian, "Thank you, Heavenly King…"
Then he glanced at Kuang Lang, who was still in shock and being helped away by Wei An Zhen.
Kuang Lang looked at Ming Zhi Tian. Ming Zhi Tian said, "Let's go."
The two left the scrap yard. Ming Zhi Tian hadn't taken a few steps when he heard noises from beyond the wall.
Ming Zhi Tian stopped. A martial artist's hearing was ten times that of an ordinary person. Scarface was now clutching his bloody arm, using his tongue to dial a phone number.
It was difficult for him. As he licked and pressed, he cursed, "Ming Zhi Tian, Ming the scumbag… my new gang leader won't let this…."
Before he could even finish these words, Ming Zhi Tian punched through the wall, and the bricks and soil directly crushed Scarface to death.
Ming Zhi Tian patted the brick dust off his fists, "You only get one chance, and you didn't cherish it. Go to hell. New gang leader? I'll have the Evil Dragon Gang take care of him later."
He was now in charge of the largest gang in Miao Hai City, the Evil Dragon Gang. As long as he gave Hu Zi a message, he would obey 100%.
The phone rang. It was Wang Guo calling, "Thank you, brother Zhi Tian, for saving my brother."
Ming Zhi Tian replied, "It's nothing, just a small effort."
Afterward, Ming Zhi Tian took Kuang Lang to the deep mountains. Here, trees grew densely, and it was a mountain pass. The night wind whistled, chilling to the bone.
Ming Zhi Tian sat on a large rock, "Run from here to Miao Hai City and back. The time limit is half an hour. Start!"
Kuang Lang didn't question him but proved his capability through action.
Half an hour later…
"Mr. Ming, I'm back." Kuang Lang didn't gasp for air but held it in.
Ming Zhi Tian opened his eyes from his feigned sleep, "Very good. Now, run from here to Miao Hai City and back again. The time limit is fifteen minutes. Start!"
"What?! Mr. Ming… twenty minutes is fine…" Kuang Lang tried to bargain.
Ming Zhi Tian interrupted him, "Are you a waste?"
Kuang Lang gritted his teeth, "I'm not!"
Then he sped away like the wind!……………
Sixteen and a half minutes later…………
Kuang Lang returned, panting and bent over, supporting himself with his hands on his knees, "Mr… *huff*… Mr. Ming, I'm back."
"Waste." Ming Zhi Tian showed no mercy.
"What?" Kuang Lang thought he misheard.
Ming Zhi Tian didn't open his eyes, not even glancing at him, "If you were being chased by a powerful enemy right now, and you were a minute and a half late, hah, you'd already be dead."
"Creak…" Kuang Lang gnashed his teeth, not because of the harsh words, but because he hated himself for being a waste.
Ming Zhi Tian said, "It's almost dawn. Come back to see me before sunrise, or I'll give up on you."
Kuang Lang knew what he meant. If the time was up, Ming Zhi Tian would stop training him and choose to abandon him.
Ten minutes later………
The sky brightened. Ming Zhi Tian sighed and shook his head, "Did I misjudge you?"
The moment Ming Zhi Tian turned to leave…
Kuang Lang appeared. His clothes were tattered and ripped, with scratch marks and many bruises. Blood was still seeping out.
It was clear that he had been scratched by branches and hit by cars on the road. These were nothing to a martial artist.
But to complete an impossible task while injured, Ming Zhi Tian was very satisfied with Kuang Lang's skill.