"Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, take this kid down for me," Su Hao's voice was hoarse with unbearable pain.
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu exchanged a glance before simultaneously making their move. Their bodies were exceptionally agile, their punches steely and forceful. These two were clearly not to be underestimated.
However, Zhang Xiaomeng's lips curled with a hint of coldness.
In the next second, with a raise of his leg, Zhang Long was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily to the ground, while Zhao Hu's punch landed on Zhang Xiaomeng's body, vanishing into him like cotton into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.
"You are too weak," he said.
With a backhand chop, Zhao Hu was struck down to the ground, his body convulsing.
Zhang Xiaomeng walked toward Su Hao on the ground; Su Hao's face was full of shock. His father had specially arranged for him to have special forces, and they were defeated just like that?