Wang Zhonglin threw a punch at Ye Xiao, fast and fierce, confident in his own fist. However, unexpectedly, when his fist was about to hit Ye Xiao, Ye Xiao reached out and caught it.
Of course, to outsiders, this seemed like a simple capture, but only Wang Zhonglin knew that his fist felt like it was clamped by iron pliers, completely unable to move.
What's going on?
Wang Zhonglin's face was full of shock at this moment. He hadn't expected Ye Xiao's hand to have such strength, which was completely disproportionate to Ye Xiao's seemingly weak frame.
"You..."
Wang Zhonglin looked at Ye Xiao, staring in horror at him.
Ye Xiao smiled and looked at Wang Zhonglin, speaking politely as ever: "Brother Lin, we are men, and words once spoken cannot be taken back. Since we've made such a wager, I think it's best we honor it, which benefits both sides."
Amidst his fear, Wang Zhonglin's face was full of anger.
