Chapter 212: Conscription
"Do you think you're worthy?" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
Bang!
He flew up with a kick, landing it on Wang Youdao's chest, sending him flying and screaming! He crashed at the door, a sweet taste in his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
"Your turn now," Zhang Xiaohao said.
He did the same again.
His right leg swept across, a blur of multiple kicks flashing.
Bang bang bang...
He brutally kicked the remaining people in the chest, sending them all flying, piling upon each other at the door like a stack of arhats.
"Get the hell out!" Zhang Xiaohao barked.
His right leg, accompanied by a massive gust of wind, imposed dominantly as he kicked their bodies.
The enormous force covered them all!
Bang!
A group of more than twenty people, like dead dogs, were kicked from the company's doorway to the ground outside.