A solid kick sent the burly man flying five meters away, crashing into the wall and even hanging there for three seconds before falling down and twitching non-stop.
"Striking someone like hanging a picture! The masters of National Martial Arts really are something!!"
Following behind Zhong Chou, there was a young man with a cold demeanor, fear apparent in his eyes.
Wu Xu shook his hand casually and said with a smile: "I'm someone who likes to resolve issues peacefully. I hate fighting the most. Let's continue to talk things out nicely, no rough stuff, okay."
With that, Wu Xu settled into the sofa, watching Zhong Chou and his entourage with a beaming smile.
