"I didn't want to learn your martial arts. Even if you were willing to teach me, I wouldn't have time to learn. I just want you to promise to be my thug or bodyguard when the time comes."
He said.
"What does a delivery guy like you need a thug or bodyguard for?"
Ma Baoli asked.
"What do you care? Just give me a straightforward answer, are you in or not? If not, I'll give both you and your father a quick end right now."
Liu Zheng said impatiently.
As he was speaking, a huge figure descended from the sky and landed beside him—it was Panda.
"Why are you calling me even after everything's done?"
Panda glanced at Ma Baoli on the ground and said.
"By the time I rely on you, I'd be a cold corpse already."
Liu Zheng mocked.
"Can you blame me? The spiritual energy in this city is like fake liquor—sometimes unresponsive, sometimes reading but not replying. I can only rely on my four legs to travel, and it's already impressive that I got here this fast."
Panda complained.
