Su Musheng panted heavily as he glared at him. Blood coursed through his veins. He was angry and furious, but he couldn't beat him. He was really angry.
"What, still not convinced? You still want to fight?"
Jin Hengyuan patted the leaves on his white shirt.
Compared to Su Musheng's miserable appearance, he didn't look like he had fought with someone before. He was refreshed.
However, the danger of his squinting now made him feel creeped out, and he couldn't help but think of a word:One cannot judge a book by its cover.
"If you think you still need a beating, fine, we can continue ...
As he spoke, the hand that had hit him so hard that his entire body hurt reached out again, as if it wanted to "rape" him again.
Seeing this, Su Musheng, who was like a frightened bird, suddenly shrank back. He climbed up nimbly and rubbed his sore spot. He didn't dare to make a sound and turned around to leave, but he was stopped.
"What are you doing?"
