Qin Zhongyang sat with a cold face amidst the mess on the ground floor, staring at the indifferent, calm-looking teenager across from him.
"Didn't expect you to have some skills." Qin Zhongyang said coldly.
He had never imagined that one day he, Qin Zhongyang, would be forced into such a state by a young brat he utterly looked down upon.
Thinking about the moves and punches Bi Xia had just used, his sharp eyes narrowed slightly, "What you used just now should be the boxing techniques taught by the military, right."
Moreover, when this boy fought with his bodyguard, that ferocity, apart from those who have experienced life and death, he had never seen in someone living a peaceful life.
Bi Xia lazily lifted his eyes, "Does it have anything to do with you?"
"I am Qin Zhan's father!" Qin Zhongyang said.
Bi Xia chuckled, tilting his head, "Did Fourth Brother admit it?"
