"What are you saying? Quickly help him." Meng Qingrui could tell that the monk was clearly capable enough to help He Haijiang, but he had delivered a palm strike instead. Although his life had been preserved, he had a leg, three ribs, and an arm broken! It was obvious that the monk didn't like the punk. Meng Qingrui shared the same feelings, so he feigned ignorance of what the monk had done and had no plans to explain.
Old Luo and company only imagined that He Haijiang's injuries were a result of his fall. All of them went over chuckling as they said, "Wow, you didn't die after falling from such a height. You sure are lucky!"
