Mu Cangkong raised an eyebrow at the remark, glaring at Bai Bing, "Hey! If you're going to fight, just fight. Don't make it sound so... ambiguous, okay? Anyone who doesn't know any better would think you're possessed by a domineering CEO..."
Seeing his disgusted face, Bai Bing could no longer control his Primordial Power, sending a flying kick toward him.
Mu Cangkong screamed and dodged, "Hey! Why do you start without any warning?"
"What a load of crap!" Bai Bing performed a 180-degree turnabout.
"Pfft! Bring it on! You think I'm scared of you!" Mu Cangkong raised his arm to block.
What Bai Bing needed was a worthy opponent, not a weak punching bag.
Today, he went all out!
Half an hour later, Mu Cangkong lay on the beach, battered and bruised like a dead fish.
"Here you go!" Along with the sound of the wind, a heavy object landed in the sand next to him.
Mu Cangkong reached out to grab it and found himself holding a can of beer.
