"It seems like I should take another look at it," Zhou Xiong said after hearing that. A novice at fist martial arts could throw out a punch with such force and technique. It was something that he had not managed to do even with his twenty years of practice. That put him to shame.
"Dad, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Zhou Xiong said after getting up, rubbing his son's head.
"I'm sorry," Wang Yao said. He could throw out the punch earlier but could not take it back, and he nearly injured Zhou Xiong in front of his child.
"It's really alright."
"Let's go inside to rest for a bit."
"Okay."
"I'll help you check your injuries."
"It's not really necessary."
"Just let me see," Wang Yao insisted, determined. He thoroughly checked Zhou Xiong's body.
