Global Dungeon: My Support Is Too Strong



Lu Benwei sneered. Even if his soul power was damaged, only someone of the same level could fight him head-on!

"Boom!"

He threw a punch. It was very simple, but it contained a huge force. Explosions sounded in the air.

Seeing this, Brother Dao's eyelids twitched. Alarm bells rang in his heart, telling him not to fight head-on.

However, the room was too small and there was nowhere to hide.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, Brother Dao was sent flying. He only felt that his internal organs had been turned upside down, and his chest and ribs were broken inch by inch.

Everyone was stunned.

Shocking!

Dumbfounded!

Stunned!

"If I remember correctly, Brother Dao is a level-40 warrior?"

"This kid defeated level-40 Brother Dao with one punch?"

Lu Benwei heaved a sigh of relief. "Do you still want to try?"

Brother Dao's body was upside down as he leaned against a cracked wall. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Lu Benwei looking down at him from above. A wave of shame and anger surged in his heart.

"This guy's body is quite sturdy."

Behind Lu Benwei, the old beggar narrowed his eyes and kept sizing up Brother Dao.

"That's what beast warriors are like. They have amazing physiques and are very resistant to attacks."

"Is that so? It's a pity that you attacked first. Otherwise, I'd have to experience it." The old beggar grinned. "I've roamed the martial arts world for so many years, but I've never taught a beast warrior a lesson."

Brother Dao was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood!

Who was he?! He was a capable subordinate of the boss of Ha City's mafia! Now, he was like a fish pressed against a chopping board!

Especially that old thing. Half of his body was already in the ground, and he even threatened to him them a lesson.

Brother Dao stood up from the ground with a whoosh. "Old thing, do you have the right to speak here?"

Then, he pounced on the old beggar.

The entire process was smooth and fluid, and all of it took less than a second.

In the next second, there was another series of air-piercing sounds.

Brother Dao felt a huge force on his chest that spread to his limbs and bones.

"Crack, crack, crack."

…

The sound of bones breaking echoed in the room and Brother Dao was sent flying again.

"Hiss~"

The old beggar pounded his waist, his facial features contorted.

"Oh, my old waist. Next time you attack, you have to warm up first."

Brother Dao's lackeys were dumbfounded.

It was unimaginable!

It was unbelievable!

It was horrifying!

Brother Dao was sent flying again under their noses.

The person who attacked this time was an old man with half his body buried in the ground.

"You… What are you waiting for? Come and help me!" Brother Dao's ugly face turned purple, and his lips trembled.

As soon as he finished speaking, the hooligans squeezed at the door shrunk back and looked at Lu Benwei and the old beggar fearfully.

The two of them winked at each other and took a step back.

Only then did they heave a sigh of relief. They entered the room and wanted to help Brother Dao out.

"Brother Dao, are you alright?"

Brother Dao spat out a mouthful of blood on the face of the person who asked the question. "What do you think?"

The others did not dare to be negligent anymore and reached out to support Brother Dao!

"Be gentle. My bones are broken."

He was so frightened that he immediately retracted his hand.

Poor Brother Dao. He had just been helped up, but he lost his support and fell to the ground.

"You bunch of trash! Call for help, call for help!"

When the old beggar saw that Brother Dao had brazenly said that he wanted to shake people in front of them, he immediately went forward to teach them a lesson.

Lu Benwei stopped him. "Don't be anxious. I want to see how many people they can call."

The old beggar rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction. "Alright, I won't do anything when the time comes."

The corners of Lu Benwei's mouth curled up, and he said slyly, "Alright, I'll make a move later."

…

An arrow pierced through the clouds, and thousands of troops came to meet.

A large group of people poured out from all directions.

Lu Benwei leaned against the window and said, "Old b*stard, there are a lot of people here. We'll hurt the innocent if we fight here. How about we go out?"

The old beggar thought so too and nodded. "Alright, let's go out."

When they were about to go downstairs, Lu Benwei suddenly clutched his stomach. His facial features were all twisted. "My stomach hurts."

The old beggar was even more puzzled. Why did his stomach hurt suddenly?

"My stomach hurts. How is that possible?"

"Are you trying to set me up?"

"Oh my, why would I cheat you?" Lu Benwei said in pain as cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "No, no, I have to go to the toilet. You can't take it anymore. Wait for me downstairs later."

With that, Lu Benwei turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, do you really have a stomach ache?" The old beggar held Lu Benwei back with a look of disbelief.

"Why would I lie to you?"

Lu Benwei suddenly broke free from the old beggar and ran into the toilet at the end of the corridor.

The old beggar pouted unhappily. "If you dare to lie to me, I'll teach you a lesson."

With that, he went downstairs alone. After exiting the door, there was a huge crowd in front of him.

Many of them surrounded Brother Dao on the stretcher and asked about his well-being.

"Brother Dao, what's wrong?"

"Who hurt Brother Dao like this?"

Brother Dao raised his head and looked at the door with great effort.

After seeing the old beggar, Brother Dao let out a sigh of relief and pointed at the old beggar, "It's this old man who cheated in our casino and won three million from us. Although he's old, he's also very skilled. There's…There's also a hunter…" Brother Dao's breathing suddenly became rapid. He had said too much, causing the organs that he had painstakingly repaired to start shattering again.

A yellow-haired man patted Brother Dao's face. "Alright, Brother Dao, stop talking. What hunter? You have to lie down."

Then, he whistled. Dozens of hooligans rushed out with knives and sticks in their hands. They followed the blondie to the old beggar.

On the other hand, Lu Benwei did not have a stomach ache. Instead, he found a window and opened it a crack to observe the situation below.

The yellow-haired leader spat. "Old man, were you the one who injured Brother Dao?"

The old beggar turned his head away. "He bumped into me himself. The man who hurt him is my grandson."

The yellow-haired man was stunned for a moment. He stared at the old beggar and smiled sinisterly. "Your grandson? A hunter?"

The old beggar nodded. "Yes, why? What about your my grandson?"

The old beggar glanced at the exit from the corner of his eye. Seeing that Lu Benwei was still not coming out, he understood that he had been tricked.

"His stomach hurts. He went to the toilet."

The yellow-haired man smiled insincerely. "He went to the toilet. Don't tell me he took out an old b*stard like you to take the bullet? Your grandson has long fled!"

The old beggar cursed in his heart, but he said, "Impossible. My grandson is a hunter. So, what if you have a lot of people?"