He is just a young fellow; even if his family has soldiers, it's impossible for him to possess such skills and... a constant, theatrical vigilance.
Qin San Lang acutely perceived Ah Ji's gaze. His smile remained unchanged as he sat on the ground with Jiang Qi, panting heavily, not letting his eyes wander towards the kitchen.
"Kid Qin, let's spar once more," said Jiang Qi, whose enthusiasm was still high, wanting to practice a few more moves with Qin San Lang.
Qin San Lang hurriedly waved his hands and pointed at Luo Wu, saying, "Uncle Jiang, let Brother Luo Wu spar with you. He has also trained in martial arts from a young age and his footwork and fist techniques are quite good."
"Oh, really?" Jiang Qi became interested. He pointed at Luo Wu and said, "Kid from the Luo Family, come, let's spar with your Uncle Jiang for a few rounds."
As he spoke, he didn't give Luo Wu a chance to refuse, throwing a punch at him.
