As soon as these words were spoken, Madam Ou and Zhu Baiwan simultaneously looked at Xing Hao.
There was a scrutinizing look in their eyes.
Xing Hao sat steadily and calmly said:
"Brother Zhang, where did you hear this rumor?"
"Rumors in the Jianghu, they always come from all directions. Sometimes you can't ignore them even if you want to."
Zhang Meng shook his head:
"But this matter concerns the safety of Master Xing, that's why I dared to ask.
"If there has been any offense, please forgive me."
"I see."
Xing Hao suddenly smiled, boldly took off the glove on his right hand, and showed it to everyone.
With just a glance, everyone could see that all four fingers were on his hand.
However, it was obvious that each finger bore scars, as if they had been reattached.
Xing Hao gently moved them, his brow furrowed, clearly not very flexible.
He sighed:
"Ladies and gentlemen, are you satisfied now?"
"This..."
Zhu Baiwan showed a trace of embarrassment on his face:
