"Hey, what time is it? You're calling me now? Do you want me to sleep or not?"
After the call was connected, Tang Cha's dissatisfied voice rang out.
"Master, I've been crippled by someone."
Tang Ming shouted with a sobbing tone. In the vast world, he only showed his vulnerable side in front of the old man.
"Hiss, what do you mean? Crippled again?"
Tang Cha became curious and suspicious.
"Yes, this time I'm really crippled, my dantian has been pierced."
Tang Ming said helplessly. For a martial artist, the dantian is like the engine of a car. Without the dantian, no matter how powerful the martial artist is, he becomes a cripple.
"That's serious, how did you manage that?"
Tang Cha's tone became heavy.
"I..."
Then Tang Ming recounted what happened.
"Goddamn, you really know how to stir up trouble, don't you?"
