The arms of Xu Ke are as solid as a towering tree rooted to the ground. Unlike Lu Zhishen, how could he uproot a weeping willow?
The scene descended into an unprecedented awkward situation. The leading man's face turned red from exertion, yet Xu Ke stood motionless, his expression unchanged.
Xu Ke's display turned it all into a joke.
"Why aren't you continuing? Out of strength? Want me to wait for you?" Xu Ke's considerate voice echoed in the man's ear, making his expression extraordinarily awkward.
"No need," the leading man replied dryly.
He ceased his struggle, realizing how laughable he appeared. Remembering his prior actions, he wished the earth would swallow him up. He couldn't fathom his previous irrationality, why he engaged in such futile struggles, utterly embarrassing himself.
Seeing the hostage in his grasp become compliant and cease futile struggles, Xu Ke shifted his gaze to the subordinates opposite him.
