Corpse collection?
Chen Qiusheng remained calm and composed, his eyes like a deep pool.
Profound, bottomless, with no ripples in sight.
He wasn't angered; he simply sat there leisurely, the shackles all over his body shimmering with a cold metallic sheen.
On the contrary, Steel Tiger slowly rose to his feet, his muscles bulging, exuding a primal, savage aura:
"Little thing, you....."
Zhang Fusheng reached out his hand, pressing it down.
"Huh?" Steel Tiger grinned, he wasn't an ordinary grandmaster. Even though he had merely ignited the first furnace fire of his flesh,
he possessed a special physique, his strength was more ferocious than grandmasters of the same realm, exceeding forty million pounds!
He extended a hand, meeting the palm of Zhang Fusheng as it pressed down steadily.
"Little weakling." Steel Tiger smiled: "Are you competing with me in strength? If....."
The sentence was cut short.
