C458 Wild-type Macrosomia

Just as Xue Ying's voice fell, the squad leader's palm had already struck out towards Chen Meng. His speed was not fast, but it gave him the feeling that he had nowhere to run. This was also the first time that Chen Meng revealed a dignified expression as he pulled Xue Ying behind him. Slowly punching out …

The two fists collided. Strangely enough, there was no sound at all from the collision