C646 Cotyledon

Yu Jingzhe took a deep breath. He clenched his right middle finger and index finger, quietly channeling his Qi onto the two fingers. With a loud shout, his breath turned heavy, and he threw a punch towards a certain point on the bulletproof glass.

Boom! *

Yu Jingzhe's punch didn't have the slightest reaction when it hit the glass. His finger was still hurting from the backlash