The fierce punch was coming at him, and Ning Ge subconsciously wanted to dodge. He raised both arms, clenched his fists ready to fight back, but in a flash, he guessed something, his feet stumbled, and his hands scattered, as if he was about to fall, and just like that, his sternum was hammered by Qi Taiguo's fist, and with a cry of pain, he was smashed back onto the bivouac.
Bang!
The poor bivouac couldn't withstand the force of his fall and immediately collapsed.
Ning Ge lay there clutching his chest wailing in pain.
Qi Taiguo retracted his fist, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. Had he really made a mistake?
Was this man truly harmless?
"Big brother, let's talk this out," Ning Ge said, eyes full of fear while looking at Qi Taiguo, yet in his mind, he thought this person was highly alert. With just one probing move, had he given himself away?
"Who are you really?" Qi Taiguo asked in a deep voice. "What is your purpose for coming here?"
