"Heh, it's you." Zhang Fan looked at Qiu Shaoqian, puzzledly asking, "Where's your son? With that palm strike, how many bones did I break?"
Zhang Fan really wanted to know how formidable his Thunderclap Palm was, having diligently practiced for over an hour.
If there weren't any results, he wouldn't be content.
Liu Daquan's face turned utterly pale, he looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief. This kid, he hit Qiu Shaoqian's son? Damn it, fuck, why does this plot seem so familiar?
He turned his head to look at Liu Fei, who was a mix of shock and terror, sweat pouring from his forehead.
His own son had been hit by Zhang Fan, hadn't he?
Qiu Shaoqian hurriedly said with a smile, "That bastard, not recognizing Taishan when he sees it, only broke a few ribs, but I was thinking you might give him a good lesson indeed."
