Both increased the force on their elbows by another degree, but Zhang Xiaomeng still showed no fear and didn't even try to block.
He just let them hit him.
Damn it.
"How can he be so strong?"
"To not even budge," both were astonished in their hearts.
Zhang Xiaomeng sneered, "The strong ones in the black market are nothing special after all."
With a forceful shake, the two were directly sent flying ten yards by him, crashing to the ground and coughing up blood profusely.
Zhang Xiaomeng flashed forward and directly snapped one of their necks.
Seeing his brother dead, the other charged at Zhang Xiaomeng like a madman, only to be struck in the heart by a punch from Zhang Xiaomeng. His footsteps halted instantly; he was dead.
His breath ceased immediately.
Noises suddenly came from behind; it was Su Er, who had moved her position and was holding onto a handle, seemingly the switch for some device.