The Belittled Chief Instructor

'Haven't you guys said enough!'

The gangsters badly wanted to say that.

But they didn't dare to.

As if finally acknowledging their presence, He Niancheng swept a glance at them using those black eyes of his that carried an indescribable pressure. With his voice cold and stern, he said, "Scram!"

One word was enough to turn spring into the extremities of winter.

Those gangsters collectively shuddered… but to admit defeat?

Were they going to leave like that?

It was evident that they didn't want to swallow such a defeat, but they had no choice!

With He Niancheng's overwhelming presence, they could tell that he was not just an ordinary soldier.

And they were just locals who had no connections with the military.

If they wanted to make a bluff, it was only for that short while.

The rogue man had viciously glared at Gu Qingjiu before he unwillingly turned around to leave with his pals.