บท 109: 107 Daddy Ying, that is the ancestor of ancient martial artists [1 more update]

Her voice was the usual faint, with no noticeable intonation.

It was cold and clear, like mist drifting away with the wind.

Yet, those three words caused the air to freeze for an instant.

Jiang Ran genuinely paused: "How do you..."

His participation in the black-market boxing was something nobody had spoken of.

Moreover, this underground marketplace was unknown to most people, and they wouldn't come, especially girls.

Of course, Xiu Yu was an exception, she often came here to race.

Ying Zijin didn't respond, but repeated one more time: "Step down."

Two words, brooking no doubt.

This time Jiang Ran was sure; she was talking to him.

If it were any other time, he would have been furious, but now—

He glanced at his mummified foot again, hit the wall in frustration, and with a darkened face, picked up his crutches and stood aside.