บท 424: Iron Fist

Muscles finally understood what Zhang Heng meant when he said he would be grateful for the extra tape.

In just half a minute after Zhang Heng turned from defense to attack, Muscles was cut so many times he lost count. Later on, he decided to give up attacking and focus on defending himself, but nonetheless, still suffered multiple stab wounds.

In Zhang Heng's hands, the steak knife was like an elusive ghost. There was no telling where it would land or go next. Though the knife drew no blood since it was covered in tape, there were still plenty of bruises, and boy, did they hurt like hell.

In the end, the ripped man was down on one knee, gasping for dear breath.

When he saw Zhang Heng walking towards him, he quickly raised his arms and shouted in mandarin, "Stop! I give up!"