C329 The Art of Deceit

Cheng Zhi's face was a stormy mask as he watched Xing Meng battle his four subordinates.

"Damn it! He's actually recovering!"

Cheng Zhi seethed internally. Xing Meng had once been a prodigious martial artist, the kind others would point to as the exemplary child.

Cheng Zhi's grandfather had often held up Xing Meng as a model to teach him a lesson