Bab 43: The Legend of the Fat Rabbit

'He can already sense blood Qi. Is he really that talented in martial arts?' 

Mr. Dong stared at Jiang Ming and felt a headache coming on 

He did not dare attack Jiang Ming personally. Otherwise, this branch of the Old Snake Gang would be razed to the ground in the blink of an eye by those boorish men from the Tiger Hunting Village. 

Jiang Ming slowly drank his wine and smiled, "Mr. Dong, this is just a misunderstanding between us. How about we just let it go?" 

'What f*cking misunderstanding?' Mr. Dong shot a glance at Wu Yi, whose face was covered in blood and was groaning, and felt his anger rise again. 

But now that things had come to this, he could only pinch his nose and admit defeat. He squeezed out a smile on his face. "You're right. It's all a misunderstanding." 

"Since that's the case, I'll take my leave!" Jiang Ming laughed and strode out of the pub.