Chapter 92 All the Money and the Underlings

"Ah—"

Zhang Wenbo let out a shrill scream, his legs turning to jelly from the terrifying explosive power of Yan Moshan, nearly shitting himself with no time to back away.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Yan Moshan moved so quickly that in the blink of an eye, he was within two meters of Zhang Wenbo. His fist made a horrifying sonic boom and it looked as if it was about to smash into Zhang Wenbo's face.

"Boom—"

With a loud bang, Yan Moshan suddenly stopped. His fist also stopped mere centimeters from Zhang Wenbo's face.

However, even though Yan Moshan immediately stopped and didn't really hit Zhang Wenbo's face, the fist wind generated by his punch was surprisingly strong.

With a loud crash, Zhang Wenbo flew backward like a kite with its string cut, tumbling four or five meters away, then landed with a smack on the ground.

He lay there like a dead dog in the mud, rolling several times before coming to a stop and not moving for a long while.