C849 The So-called Direct Disciple

"Shua!"

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

Zhan Tianlang moved his body and appeared in front of Lin Que, who was rolling on the ground holding onto his stomach. He then kicked Lin Que, causing him to flip over and face upwards.

"Continue, fight?" Zhan Tianlang smiled coldly, looked down at Lin Que, and asked.

"You … you hurt me so badly, I won't let you off!" Lin Que was furious.

"Bang!"

Without a second word