Shen Zhou's face was the picture of innocence, "What did I say?"
"You must've said something."
Zhang Zhi raised his left hand into a fist and slammed it down onto his right palm with a smack!
"I remember now, you said they wouldn't dare do anything to me, that anyone who hit me, I could hit back! How did you know something like this would happen?"
"So you knew all along! That's why you weren't afraid at all, Shen Zhou, are you a god in human form?"
"How could I have anticipated this kind of thing?"
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Shen Zhou's arm, staring at him in amazement.
Shen Zhou made something up on the spot: "How could I possibly be a god in human form? I just learned some face reading techniques from my grandfather when I was young. I could see that your forehead is bright with a red glow, the very likeness of someone blessed by fortune."
