Chapter 522: The Reason for the Fall of Ancient Martial Art

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

…

The yellow-haired man made up his mind and slapped himself ten times in a row.

"Brother, how about this?"

As the yellow-haired man spoke, a sinister gaze inadvertently flashed across his eyes.

Lu Benwei naturally caught this gaze, but he only smiled faintly and pretended not to see it.

Patting the yellow-haired man on the shoulder, Lu Benwei said, "I'll stay in Ha City for a few more days. Tell Gao Shengqiang that if he's not convinced, he can come to me."

"Big Brother, look at what you're saying. How can I not be convinced?"

The yellow-haired man smiled foolishly, but he had already thought of 800 ways for Lu Benwei to die.

At this moment, the old beggar had also finished cleaning up the Leopard Hall hunters and came behind Lu Benwei.

Moreover, on the distant street, there were urgent police sirens. More than ten patrol cars and ambulances were approaching.