"Quit messing around, I'm talking serious business with you." Yuan Lin unhappily shook off Ye Chen's hand.
Then Yuan Lin ran over to Old Huang's side, grabbed his right hand, and shook it back and forth.
"Grandpa, you definitely have a way, right? Help us out, pleeease~~"
Old Huang's right hand was being flung around by Yuan Lin, and his face instantly twisted up.
"Xiao Lin, lighter, lighter, okay? Grandpa's getting old, these bones are brittle."
Hearing that, Yuan Lin quickly let go, then ran behind Old Huang and started pounding his shoulders.
Old Huang nodded, enjoying it, then looked at Ye Chen.
"Honestly, with your current strength, if you fight him you've got at most a twenty percent chance of winning. But don't forget, you've still got me~"
Ye Chen suddenly remembered—right, he'd already taken him as his master.
Just now, when he'd exchanged blows with Old Huang, Ye Chen had clearly felt Old Huang's strength.
