As soon as Young Master Zhao and his party arrived, they saw the corpses of several thugs in the room. Each of their expressions changed, and then they coldly stared at Xiao Zheng.
"You dared to kill my men?" Young Master Zhao said with an icy voice, looking at Xiao Zheng as if he were looking at a dead man.
He was about thirty years old, dressed in casual clothes, with a well-built physique, indicating that he regularly worked out. His face, however, appeared rather sinister and harsh.
Behind Young Master Zhao were several more thugs, each emitting a very powerful aura, among them even a Soldier King Level expert.
Xiao Zheng took a puff of his cigarette and then smiled, "So what if I killed your men?"
Young Master Zhao let out a cold chuckle, then said, "Do you know who I am?"
Xiao Zheng shook his head and replied in an indifferent tone, "Do I need to know who an ant that scurried out from nowhere is?"