The subordinate looked anxious and wanted to say something. Lu Zhiyuan looked over and said, "A-Liang, can't you see that your master is boxing? How unbecoming is it to be in such a hurry!"

Sun Zhulu's energy is running smoothly, his punches are fierce, his moves are natural, and he keeps making thunderous sounds between tigers and leopards when punching.

ha!

Sun Zhulu's body sank!

The dust beneath my feet exploded into a circular dust wave that spread in all directions.

The trees in the garden are rustling and their leaves are falling!

Sun Zhulu reaped the rewards.

He sat down and took a cup of tea from Lu Zhiyuan.

Glancing at his subordinates, he said, "Don't you see any foreign friends here? What do you want to do in a hurry? How do I usually teach you? Only by not panicking when encountering difficulties can you achieve great things! You make others laugh at our grandson like this.

The people at home can’t keep their temper!”

He lowered his head and said, "That's what the master said."

"Tell me, what's going on?" Sun Zhulu took a leisurely sip of tea.

"The young master was killed by the Ninth Young Master!"

Snap!

The tea cup fell into pieces.

Sun Zhulu's murderous intent poured out like a torrent! He stood up in anger.
Chapter completed!