However, in Wang Hao's eyes, it was as if children were playing house, not worth mentioning at all.
Wang Hao didn't even bother to look at Jin Yu directly, he just looked down, fiddling with Xiao Cheng's clothes. His focused expression seemed to show a keen interest in the fatso's clothes.
Jin Yu, like a street performer monkeying around, used kicks and punches, hopping and jumping, causing quite the ruckus.
However, he was panting heavily and was not even able to touch the hem of Wang Hao's clothes.
Wang Hao chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Alright, the three moves are over, now it's my turn!"
Having said that, he punched directly towards Jin Yu's face using his fist wrapped in clothing.
Jin Yu, out of instinct, threw up his fists to block, only to be sent flying like a kite with its string cut, tumbling five or six meters away and crashing heavily to the ground.
