C388 The Faceslapping of Strength

Ji Zhenming, the ninja, glared at Ho Lee, seething with rage and loathing. If glares could kill, Ho Lee would have met his demise hundreds of times over.

Yao Baiwan was stealthily avoiding the notice of both parties. He desperately did not want to get dragged into the fray with these individuals. Clutching his hefty frame, he scoured for a place to hide and make his escape