"I think we need to redefine the vigor of an eighty-year-old man's pelvic muscles; his control is even stronger than mine, a young man in my twenties. Brother Sect Leader, can you ask him if he regularly does pelvic exercises."
"This is hilarious, is everyone's attention so peculiar? Can't stop focusing on the old man's pelvic muscles."
...
The old man's act of feigning madness was naturally within Wang Sheng's expectations.
To help Wang Baosheng scheme for Wang Wenyan's support, Wang Sheng was thoroughly familiar with the situation.
Wang Sheng sneered disdainfully and simply watched him quietly.
"Hiss ~ Oh, hiss ~ Oh...."
As the entire mediation judgment was stuffed into the old man's pelvis, although his face twisted in pain, the smugness on his face was unmistakable.
He arrogantly looked up at Wang Sheng, not saying a word, but clearly written on his face was — how's that, do you accept it or not?
However.
Before he could be smug for half a minute.
Slap!
