"Have you got a death wish?"
As Jiang Shouzhong spoke, his fist smashed into Nalan Xie's abdomen.
Nalan Xie's body slammed against the wall with a solid 'bang', instantly doubling over like a shrimp, clutching his stomach, his face flushing red as blood rushed to his cheeks.
"You... you son of a..."
As he caught his breath, he looked up at Jiang Shouzhong and complained, "My injuries haven't even healed yet, can't you go a little easier?"
Seeing Jiang Shouzhong's eagle-like gaze fixed on him as he approached with clenched fist, Nalan Xie said helplessly, "That bitch is just as disobedient as your secret treasure of a woman. I can only calm her down by taking off my clothes; otherwise, I'm just her lackey! Didn't you hear her threatening to blind me just now? What can I do!"
