Facing Zhong Heng's full expectations and Wei Sheng's smugness, Wu Hen shook his head vigorously and said, "Can't compare, really can't compare."
"Can't compare?" Zhong Heng's interest was piqued, and he asked, "By how much?"
Wu Hen furrowed his brows, not understanding why these people insisted on coming to make a fool of themselves, and said indifferently, "Not much difference, just one hand."
In an instant, Wei Sheng's entire face turned ashen, like the bottom of a pot, looking extremely unpleasant.
What Wu Hen said was very tactful, but he still understood.
Clearly, it meant he couldn't even match up to one hand of Ye Qiu!
How could Zhong Heng's top bodyguard endure this?
However, with Zhong Heng around, Wei Sheng still suppressed the anger in his heart.
At this moment, Feng Wei took a steel plate and shook it in front of everyone, saying, "Just by talking, you won't believe it, but look at this steel plate and you'll understand.
