Wrong target?!
Xiao Luo halted his attack. His hand that was like an eagle's talon abruptly stopped a few centimeters from the face of the guy who was talking. Phew! That was a close call.
The two of them were males in their thirties. Both had a bowl cut and were brawny. Despite not being very tall, their rippled muscles were beautifully defined.
Now the two of them were standing there in shock, staring in awe at the Xiao Luo's fists. They felt that they had taken a trip to and from the gates of hell and were happy they identified themselves before things turned nasty--and they got hurt.
Thinking about this, the two subconsciously quivered as they thought, where did our boss find such a beast?
Yes, a beast!
That was their impression of Xiao Luo, though his appearance was at odds with his strength. With his good looks and slim body, he looked like a bookworm or a nerd, certainly not a brutal, outrageously intense fighter.
"Xiang Gaoyang? Xiang Gaojian?"
