Dragon scale imprints densely packed on his neck slowly faded.
"Heh..."
Xiahou Shen stared at Xue Jing, his neck being choked, only capable of making a hoarse, meaningless sound, unable to speak.
He had many questions in his heart.
The scale-like things on the boy's neck, must be some defensive martial arts technique being used, but how did he manage to deploy it in such a short time?
Also, just as his counterpunch was about to hit, it seemed to him that suddenly, a layer of dark, leather-like material had appeared on the opponent's neck...
Was it an illusion?
Their conversation had seemed long, but from talking to the end of the physical confrontation, it took only a few seconds.
At the entrance of the hotel, two figures dashed out, one of them a middle-aged man; he saw Xiahou Shen held up in the air with his throat locked by Xue Jing and his expression suddenly changed, speaking anxiously,
"Friend, let's talk it over! Don't be rash!"
