Li Xiong was holding onto one of Wu Zhaoyuan's arms, and at this moment, he could clearly feel a struggling force surging within Wu Zhaoyuan's arm.
Li Xiong gazed at Wu Zhaoyuan, trying to suppress the emotions that Wu Zhao had provoked in him.
"Zhaoyuan, don't fall for it, he's deliberately provoking you. His goal is to make you fight with him!"
"Brother Xiong, I know all that, but I just can't stand his arrogance!"
"Zhaoyuan, you must control your emotions!"
"Brother Xiong, I fucking can't control myself and can't take it anymore! Uncle can't take it, Aunt can't take it, and I'm going to do him in! Even if I can't beat him, I still have to fight! As the saying goes, 'A man fights for a breath of dignity; a Buddha fights for a stick of incense!'"
As soon as Wu Zhaoyuan finished speaking, the power surging in his arm became even more intense.
He was robust and husky, and although Li Xiong was not that small, he couldn't possibly control Wu Zhaoyuan.
