"Bro!"
Li Shuru's heart was just settling down when she felt a figure "whiz" past her side. That speed was truly impressive.
Seeing this, she didn't move anymore.
The Martial Saint dashed like the wind, sprinting to Brother Chen, who was "rolling, leaping, with my eyes shut," without shouting "stay your hand." Being a sycophant also requires technical skill; you can't be too exaggerated, especially since Sister Liuli had already stopped.
He nimbly crouched down, carefully reaching out as the other was propping himself up, meanwhile quietly expressing admiration in a voice audible only to each other.
"Just a step behind."
Filled with regret and lament.
Maximally preserving the other's dignity and self-esteem.
Boss Jiang lightly coughed, subconsciously rubbed his chest, and bared his teeth.
The pain was real.
But he knew.
They had already gone easy on him.
Even eased up all the way to Pujiang.
