"Bison, welcome our newcomer."
"No, let Xiao Long go. I don't want to bully newbies." The man called Bison immediately shook his head.
"Just do as I tell you."
Bison stood up unwillingly and squatted down in front of the coffee table, gripping Mu Qing's right hand.
The difference in their figures was extremely obvious. They were not on the same level at all.
"Use strength." Bison looked at Mu Qing and said in a low voice.
When Mu Qing heard this, she did not hesitate and gently pushed to the left.Bison immediately widened its eyes.
Realizing that Mu Qing's strength was abnormally great, he immediately held his breath and began to exert strength.
However, he quickly realized that something was wrong.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not move Mu Qing's wrist at all.
In the contest of strength, Mu Qing seemed to be at ease, but dense beads of sweat appeared on Bison's forehead.