Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of fists hitting flesh echoed through the tavern.
Xing Jinglong and Jia Yanrong were both big guys, their fighting style identical — reckless and fierce.
In their eyes, fighting meant offense, with almost no defense.
Their intense and fiery demeanor made the spectators' blood boil.
"Jia Yanrong always fights this recklessly?"
Lin Zheyu glanced at the other members of the Wuding Gang and asked in a low voice.
"Yes."
Xie Jiang nodded.
The brothers from Feihong Gang kept their eyes on the Wuding Gang members, preventing any foul play.
"It's a miracle he's still alive." Lin Zheyu remarked.
The two in the ring were locked in a fierce battle, unable to determine a winner in a short time.
However, it was clear that Xing Jinglong had the upper hand.
After all, he hailed from the Xing family, even though he was of a side branch, it was a wealthy family with ample herbal resources since childhood.
