"I'm your dad!"
Liu Zheng touched his forehead and replied subconsciously.
"Dad, that's not very fair. I'm saving you and you're taking advantage."
Yong Ren complained.
"Haha, it's subconscious, subconscious. Brother, forgive me."
He laughed, and the flames on his body gradually extinguished.
Looking around again, the clinic's floor had been pounded into pits by his overflowing fist power, resembling a construction site.
"But, brother, isn't it a problem for me to suddenly go crazy like this? Even if I don't hurt anyone, destroying flowers and plants isn't good either."
Liu Zheng said.
Actually, it's hard to say which is more serious: hurting people or destroying flowers and plants.
After all, in Metropolis, damaging public property is a more severe crime than fighting.
