"Oh? Zhang Jinbao wants to invite me to dinner?"
Wang Longhu stopped the Thunderous Sound of the Tiger and Leopard within his body and looked at Zheng Dongliang with some surprise.
"Yeah, his fellow townsman came to find me, saying he invited you and me to go over tonight for roasted whole cow. Brother Hu, do you think this is a Hongmen Banquet? After all, you just injured Guo Shenggang." Zheng Dongliang sat on the chair, curiously asking.
"It's likely they're showing courtesy before confrontation, wanting to probe my strengths and weaknesses." Just as Wang Longhu finished speaking, he struck with a palm across the air, and a loud explosion echoed instantly within the room.
Zheng Dongliang saw with the naked eye a wisp of white mist erupting from Wang Longhu's palm, maintaining itself for a full two to three seconds before dispersing and disappearing, wondrous as if performed by an Immortal.
