Trampling on Freedom. What Kind of Justice Is That?

"Using the smell of the sewer to cover up your beastmen smell. You're quite smart.

"Unfortunately... We already branded you with a spiritual imprint the second we found you."

The muscular man walked over from another direction. The two of them surrounded Ning Yuhen and blocked him from both sides.

Ning Yuhen's heart instantly turned cold.

He had not expected them to actually brand his body with a spiritual imprint.

He was done for.

As the two opponents pressed on, Ning Yuhen clenched his teeth. After a moment of struggling to think of a solution, he stomped his foot and turned his body into a stray arrow, instantly rushing toward the greasy fat man.

"You have a death wish."

The greasy fatty laughed coldly and stomped his foot. A huge force instantly shattered the ground in front of him and lifted a huge cement slab in front of him to shield himself.