"Don't worry, I won't hit you this time," Lin Ruhu said with a smile.
"But I must say, your seat looks rather nice."
"This is the Heavenly Fowl Sect's seat," Zhang Shihao quickly spoke.
"I don't like standing; I get irritable, and when that happens, I feel like hitting someone.
Once I hit someone, you'll be paralyzed again, so you get what I'm saying, right?" Lin Ruhu chuckled.
"Master," Zhang Shihao looked at the old man beside him, wanting to cry but having no tears.
"Let's go," the old man glanced behind him at Xu Zimei, stood up without saying much, and left directly.
In this world, he saw too clearly that the only truth was the strength of one's fists.
Xu Zimei and his companion settled into their seats, and it turned out to be quite nice. Although the chairs were somewhat to the rear, the ground was elevated, offering a clear view of the changes on the stage.
"Zimo brother, do you want to take part?" Lin Ruhu asked Xu Zimei.
