Poor Barbarian Three Punches had never suffered such humiliation in his entire life—ganged up on by a mob of juniors, all level fifty or sixty. The sheer frustration was unbearable.
After the chaotic beatdown, Wang Tongqian and the others finally stopped. Dusting off their hands, they walked over to Feng Hao, laughing and chatting.
"How was that, Brother Feng?" Wang Tongqian asked with a smile. "Feeling better? Should we give him another round?"
"Uh, that's enough, that's enough," Feng Hao said, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Wang Tongqian gave a faint smile, slung an arm around Feng Hao's shoulder, and turned to the veterans. "You've all worked hard. You can disperse now."
"No trouble at all! It's our honor to fight alongside a Thief," the veterans replied, all smiles.
A few of the veterans asked curiously, "By the way, are you on a mission here in Five States City? If there's anything you need help with, just say the word."
