Wang Longhu laughed; this person's confidence truly exceeded his expectations.
The Four Poison Hall is indeed a martial artist force entrenched in Vietnam for many years, capable of fostering the momentum that Tan Yuejin, a once fleeing dog, now possesses.
"A very tempting offer, but... I refuse," Wang Longhu said with a squinting smile.
As soon as the words fell, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.
Bam!
Tan Yuejin blocked with both hands, precariously catching Wang Longhu's fist. The immense power behind the opponent's punch immediately made Tan Yuejin's qi and blood surge, as if his internal organs were being jolted out of position by the tremendous force.
Tan Yuejin let out a muffled grunt, and the smoke from the cigar he was puffing on spilled directly out of his mouth.
"Huh?" Wang Longhu looked at the guy in front of him with surprise.
