C1745 Flex Finger

In Zhong Yuming's right hand, a flame shot out and aimed straight at Zhong Huating's forehead.

The tongue of fire crackled.

"Zhong Huating, you lost!" There was no complacency on Zhong Yuming's face. Instead, he was angry.

Zhong Yuming was angry that his little brother was willing to go on a rampage. After leaving home for so long