"Give me a break!"
The chubby man had been controlling a high-definition camera, aimed at the boss the whole time. Through the boss's habitual small movements, he knew that the boss was playing a psychological game again. You'd lose control at the very end, not right after the fight began by revealing your murderous intent to take control.
Li Tianxing shook his head; he didn't believe it either. Su Sheng had honed a will of steel, so how could he lose control without any bloodshed or external stimuli to provoke him? It was all a bluff.
"Roar…"
Su Sheng's roars were relentless, as the frustration in his heart dissipated. Facing an Innate expert previously, he did feel a bit of pressure—not about whether he could win, but about whether he could keep his companions safe.
But at this moment, he adored his current body, which was ridiculously strong. If he fought purely with physical strength, he was confident he could tear off Li Jiuzhou's arm and beat him to death within ten moves.
