Wen Jie still did not lay her hands on him personally in the end.
Perhaps it was because Ji Jue begged for mercy too quickly; he only managed to throw two punches toward the dog's head before lying on the ground, wailing and unable to get up, which gave her no sense of achievement at all.
In the end, they switched to Old Zhang.
Old Zhang was ninety-seven years old this year and had a very common and ordinary name—Zhang Daqiang.
According to the photos displayed on his phone, fifty years ago, this name fit him perfectly—big and strong!
Because back then, in his forties, Old Zhang was in his prime, his body taut with thick muscles, smeared with olive oil, standing under the spotlight on stage, slightly exerting his arms, resembling muscles twisted and entangled like steel wires, almost bursting forth!
He was truly a devilish muscular man incarnate!
