Seeing Old He merely take a few steps back without even falling over, I was somewhat astonished.
Even though I didn't use the Red Dragon Demon Arm, this full-powered strike wasn't something an average First Grade Martial Artist could withstand.
"It seems this Old He isn't ordinary at all," thought Chen Mo.
Wu Xin'Er frowned slightly, "How could you attack Old He?"
"Oh, so you are allowed to hit people, but I can't hit him? And the first time we met, it was you who attacked first..." Chen Mo found Wu Xin'Er's words quite laughable.
"How could they..." Wu Xin'Er swallowed her words halfway. Due to her social status, she looked down on the people Old He had struck earlier, so she was surprised that Chen Mo attacked Old He just because Old He hit those people.
But thinking these thoughts was one thing; saying them would make her seem overly arrogant.
She took a gold ingot out of her bosom and tossed it to Chen Mo, saying, "Consider this their medical expenses."
