The dim lights of the bar flickered back and forth, and just as they brightened, Li Taixui caught a glimpse of a figure that seemed to appear and disappear, standing not far from Bald, holding a leather belt in his hand.
From the side, that cold and stern face was all too familiar.
Li Taixui's arrogance deflated in an instant.
He remembered that figure vividly.
The scene in the KTV that night was engraved so deeply in his memory that the mere thought of it still sent shivers down his spine.
Dozens of his men, all well-trained and in top physical condition.
Yet they couldn't last even two minutes in the hands of that person.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Li Taixui would never have believed that such a person could exist.
The incredibly sharp techniques, decisive and ruthless attacks, keen and accurate intuition, and actions that were as fast as lightning, felt like something out of a Hollywood blockbuster.