But thanks to the help of this layer of body technique.
Jiang Feng took Han Dong and leaped down from the mountaintop; in the end, it was thrilling but safe. The two quickly left Black Iron Mountain, vanishing into the dense cluster of buildings at the foot of the mountain.
About a quarter of an hour later.
"Bang!"
Liu Jinhu returned to the summit of Black Iron Mountain.
His face was covered with scratches from branches; wounds on his abdomen and shoulder kept bleeding, his hair was messy, and his formerly elegant and composed appearance now looked exactly like a miserable old man.
His clothes were tattered, making him seem downright wretched.
"Damn it! You'd better not fall into my hands!"
Liu Jinhu's eyes nearly popped from rage.
He'd never suffered such a setback before.
Just now, in the fight with Jiang Feng.
