C321 A Wise Man Does Not Fight When the Odds Are Against Him

I raised my eyes that were as silent as cicadas in winter. I stared fearfully at Ding Bufan's figure that pounced diagonally, my heart rising to my throat.

With a dull thud, Ding Bufan's kick accurately landed on the crotch of the tall man who had yet to turn around.

Thump, thump, thump. Ding Bufan's fists landed on the tall man's chest. After punching a few times