Capítulo 893: You Wanna Send The Money Or Get Beaten?

The eyes of Zhang Hongding, the ancestor of the Zhang, were blazing with anger. He could easily tell that Mo Awu erupted an aura that was stronger than what he could muster. The oppressive feeling brought by his momentum forced him to cast away his previous contempt.

"You must still hold the virtue of respecting the old and cherishing the young, young man."

As his voice faded away, he turned into a shadow and flashed towards Mo Awu with dozens of fist strikes that were swiftly delivered in just a second.

BOOM…