C198 Palm Suppression

With a loud bang, the middle-aged bandit let out a muffled groan, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Then, he saw that he couldn't help but take a few steps forward before finally stabilizing himself.

"This, why? Your strength?" The middle-aged bandit asked in disbelief. Given Wen Yuan's age and height, this strength was simply too terrifying