\nNing Shu smiled inwardly. After this series of exertions, which resulted in his blood rushing, that congenial powder would mix with Xi Mucheng’s internal organs and muscles at a fast pace.
Nonetheless, this guy’s fighting skills were unnaturally strong. He had probably been practicing since he was a kid.
It was hard to get close to him.
The old man stood between Ning Shu and Xi Mucheng and said, “No more fooling around. What matter is there that couldn’t be discussed? Why do you have to use your fists?”
Ning Shu just stared at Xi Mucheng. Xi Mucheng didn’t speak, either. The atmosphere seemed rather stagnant.
Shi Sinan stood there, not knowing who to care about or what to say.