"What? Beaten until they knelt?"
Xun Heihu's mouth opened wide, and he nearly dropped the meat bun in his mouth out of shock: "Is that true?"
In his heart, he thought speechlessly: 'How could I not know I'm this powerful?'
"Hehe... Although I have average martial arts talent, I excel at observation!"
Ye Fengchun said with a smile: "Yesterday evening, Instructor Yu just returned, and his face didn't look good... plus, the back kitchen started brewing injury-healing medicine again... with hundred-year-old ginseng added in there, none of you are worthy of drinking it, only the two instructors might have a chance."
"Ye junior brother, you're truly a talent..."
Xun Heihu praised, feeling it was a pity for Ye Fengchun to be a martial artist.
If he were to mix in the streets as an informant, he would probably still have a mouthful to eat.
"Ahem!"
Just then, a coughing sound arose.
