"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding," Huang Sheng suppressed the killing intent in his heart and smiled again: "I didn't expect this was Zhong the painter's business. It truly is like the floodwaters rushing into the Dragon King Temple, family members not recognizing each other. Xu old man, you're not being fair! You should have said earlier. Anyway, there's still some business to handle in the guild, we'll meet again."
After saying that, he stood up to leave.
"No rush."
Zhong Lin placed his hand on Huang Sheng's shoulder, full of smiles.
Huang Sheng's expression changed drastically at this moment. He only felt a powerful force from Zhong Lin's palm pressing him down. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't lift his buttocks even a fraction.
One must know that Huang Sheng is also an enrolled Martial Artist! Yet in the face of Zhong Lin's hand strength, he had no power to resist.
Eighth Rank.
