"Fret not, little brother…" Lin Fan smiled calmly, stretching out his hand and motioning for them to not feel worried.
Regarding Monkey Steals Peaches, Lin Fan was filled with gratitude towards Wang Xiaoliu. After all, if Wang Xiaoliu had not given him the skill so selflessly, Lin Fan's path to greatness would not have been this smooth.
This was a really sick skill. Even sick was an understatement for it. All these years, Lin Fan had managed to gain the upper hand in countless situations just because of it.
As for why Wang Xiaoliu had yet to comprehend the essence of it, Lin Fan was puzzled as well.
Perhaps, this skill was truly handcrafted for someone just like Lin Fan.
Right now, the other punching bags from Saint Devil Sect looked at this man curiously. He looked pretty familiar, yet they could not really remember who he was.
