"Young Master Cheng, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you seem a bit different today," Jin Weiming said with a smile as he looked at Cheng Jiaming's chin.
Cheng Jiaming replied, "Young Master Jin, don't make fun of me. Yesterday I had a stroke of bad luck and got punched by some guy from Huadu."
"No way? Someone dared to hit you in Shencheng? Are they tired of living?" Jin Weiming looked genuinely surprised.
Even though Jin Weiming knew that Cheng Jiaming wasn't much of a fighter, with maybe only the skills of a third or fourth-level practitioner, the Cheng family was one of Shencheng's top ten wealthy families, not to be underestimated.
So even the martial arts masters of Shencheng would usually give face to the Cheng family and not make things too difficult for Cheng Jiaming.
Who would've thought someone in Shencheng would dare to injure Cheng Jiaming?
Even Wen Xiaojun showed a hint of surprise and asked, "Jiaming, why did the other party hit you?"
