บท 738: Motivation

Huo Yuhao croaked out. "Senior Zhao and the others should be able to handle this!" 

"If we have to keep pestering Head Chief to step up, then aren't we too useless?" Liu Xing huffed. 

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth bled profusely. 

Although he had used his secret skill and had strengthened his body, the Pu-named middle-aged man had also cast his secret skill. The formidable power of his fist was incredibly strong, a single strike was like getting hit by a big bronze bell, Liu Xing felt like his body was going to fall apart. 

The middle-aged man's fist force was unique, once it struck his body, his fist force would spread out like a bell's echo and affect his entire body instantly, there was no way of stopping it.