"Where did this old man come from? Actually daring to speak so arrogantly! Considering your old arms and legs, you'd better scram! We don't bully the elderly."
"Exactly, old timer, don't try to stir up trouble here; Zijing Martial Arts School doesn't play that game! Don't believe us? Just try to stir things up and see what happens!"
Zi Xin could sense the terror in Old Wu's presence, but her underlings couldn't feel it! Confidently, her followers began to mock Old Wu.
"Sharp-tongued," Old Wu said lightly, and then his body flickered like a residual image!
Fast! Incredibly fast! Even Zi Xin couldn't react in time! She only felt a dark shadow flashing by!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
A series of crisp sounds followed, and the faces of the girls mocking Old Wu simultaneously displayed a bright red handprint!
Old Wu returned to his original spot and lightly fluttered his sleeves, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, indeed appearing like a venerable expert.
