Those words struck a nerve with Wo Deren. His face twisted into a vicious snarl as he raised his fists to attack Chen Song.
Chen Song had been waiting for just this—for him to make the first move.
The law was clear: "In a brawl, should both parties be injured, each shall be judged according to the severity of their wounds as the law dictates. However, should the one who strikes second have just cause, and the first to strike suffer no injury, the second shall be held blameless."
The moment had come. Chen Song's fists landed with brutal precision, and he aimed to inflict internal damage.
He had always been a good fighter, and since joining the government office, he'd learned even more useful techniques—like how to strike a man to make his organs twist in agony without leaving a single bruise on his skin. These methods were reserved for the most vicious criminals, and now, Chen Song was unleashing them all on this treacherous scoundrel.
