On the hill, Tong Wu was carrying a tall and strong square-faced man with one hand as if he was carrying a chicken.
Bang!
He gently flung his hand and threw the other party heavily into the muddy ground. The latter's head hit a huge rock with a bang and shattered it.
The square-faced man woke up in a daze and looked around in confusion. When he saw the expressionless Tong Wu, he instantly showed fear.
"Who are you?" The square-faced man's voice was translated through the watch.
"Your ancestors." Tong Wu kicked the square-faced man, who was about to stand up, back to the ground.
"Wu, you're so vulgar," Han Ruobin said with his refined and gentlemanly appearance, but when he saw the squatting red-haired young man trying to sneak away, he went over and gave the latter a few big kicks. "F*ck, did I give you face? Just stay there and wait! F*ck!"
