Everyone saw Zhang Dadan's hands, capable of breaking giant stones, but he was still greatly shocked and afraid, as if facing a ghost or a god.
Even Qian Xinxin, who was far from the stone table, witnessed everything with his own eyes. His back felt cold and sweaty.
Why were they so cheap? Why did we humiliate him? Why did we despise him? If he used his palm against himself, wouldn't he die on the spot?
The cowardly Qian Xinxin, in shock and fear, couldn't help but think of slipping away while Zhang Dadan wasn't paying attention, slowly turning around.
But Zhang Dadan, highly sensitive to the presence of others, could sense even a fly's movement. How could Qian Xinxin, a living person, escape his feelings?
"What are you going to do?" Before I finished my words, Zhang Dadan said coldly.
At this moment, would Qian Xinxin dare to provoke Zhang Dadan? He hurriedly stopped, turned around, boldly smiled at Zhang and said, "Zhang... Zhang Daxian, I... I have something urgent!"
