Qin Yi walked quickly out of the bar. The outside air was refreshing. Under the brightly lit and bustling street, a bitter smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.,In hell, demons, yakshas, and asuras roam the land. The weak are devoured by the strong, and power is the ultimate ruler.,Otherwise, how could Yang Qingqing, with just a few punches, have injured his abdominal muscles。