Zhao Dong's pupils contracted. He instantly recognized the terror in Wei Wu's palm strike and knew he was no match. With a sudden burst of muscular strength, Zhao Dong rolled to the side. Wei Wu's palm strike grazed past his shoulder, slicing open several wounds so deep that bone was visible.
Zhao Dong barely dodged the fatal blow, but his heart turned cold. What can I do now?
Retreating more than ten meters, he winced in pain and said, deliberately stalling for time, "Old geezer, what did Xiao Hongtian give you to come kill me? Can't I make you an offer, too?"
Wei Wu smirked sinisterly. "You can't afford what Young Master Xiao has given me. Besides, I value Young Master Xiao's status more. What about you? What do you have?"
