"So fast!"
The moment Jiang Xinghai vanished, the old man with large earlobes tried to intercept him. But before he could even move, a slap had already landed on his companion's face.
"You arrogant brat, you're looking for death!"
The short, fat old man's face flushed red with anger. He snarled coldly, "No matter what Su Damao did wrong, you had no right to kill him! And now you dare to insult my brother? I'll tear you limb from limb!"
Before his words had even faded, he leaped forward.
His movements weren't fast, but every step and every punch resembled Tai Chi, perfectly channeling his Inner Strength into each attack and defense.
"You're not nearly enough to challenge me."
But no matter how the short, fat old man attacked, Jiang Xinghai was unfazed, easily neutralizing his assault in just two moves.
BAM!
With a single punch, the short, fat old man was sent flying. He landed on the ground, completely silent.
"This...!"
