"Fuck your uncle." Upon hearing this, Uncle Qiu grew even more annoyed, especially by the other party's "just a touch," which made him lose face even more.
"Wow, you're cursing at people? Are you sick?"
Chen Cang rolled his eyes and looked at Qi Bikou with disgust: "If your old man is sick, you better take him back for treatment. What if he scares the flowers and plants when he runs out?"
"You're looking for death." Uncle Qiu roared and threw a punch at Chen Cang.
"If you're going to get physical, then I won't hold back."
Chen Cang's face turned cold and he slapped his palm forward.
"Ah!"
Uncle Qiu, who was charging, screamed as his body flew straight out like it was hit by a train... five meters high, and finally ended up hanging from a tree, knocked out cold.
"What the hell?"
Qi Bikou stood there dumbfounded, staring at Uncle Qiu hanging from the tree, a One-star Martial Master, wondering how he could be slapped into a tree with a single slap.
