Xiao Bing knew he was no match for Xu Xiangbei. His face grew paler as the fight went on, and the more he fought, the more anxious he became. The alcohol-induced daze had completely dissipated.
He put on a fierce facade, relentlessly throwing punches, creating a flurry of fist shadows. The private room in the KTV was filled with the whooshing sound of fists. Although his attack seemed frenzied, he kept glancing towards the door from the corner of his eye, ready to escape.
He thought he had made his intentions seamless, but Xu Xiangbei had noticed every bit of his eye movements and actions.
Xu Xiangbei evaded with ease, as if playing a game with a child, and sneered while saying, "Can you show me a bit of respect and watch me as you fight? How are you going to hit me if you don't watch?"
