"Jiang Shu... you... killed someone..."
Old Man Li's voice trembled. He had never expected that Jiang Shu, a young man he had known for so long and who had always seemed like a frail scholar, had actually killed Zheng Kun with just three punches!
Zheng Kun, wasn't he a Martial Artist with great Qi Blood Circulation?
Even the head of the armed escort agency would treat Zheng Kun with utmost courtesy.
Yet in Jiang Shu's hands, he seemed hardly able to withstand a blow?
He didn't rush to respond to Old Man Li's words. Jiang Shu bent down, twisted Zheng Kun's neck to make sure he was completely dead, then searched the body and found a small bag of gold beans.
Zheng Kun turned out to be even more incompetent than I had imagined, although he too practiced great Qi Blood Circulation. But with only energy and no proper training in combat technique, he was far inferior to myself, who had mastered the three forms of the tiger to Great Success.
