Talking sense? Big brother, could you please look at your current stance, where is there even the slightest intention of reasoning properly with someone? You're clearly here to fight, aren't you?
If there's a single person in this yard who can stand up to three punches from Leader Meng without getting floored, she can write her "Hua" character upside down!
Those skilled in martial arts often carry an air of stern solemnity, their bodies lean and muscular, with well-defined muscles on their shoulders and arms, and their eyes especially spirited, especially when they are engulfed in rage. Just standing there in the middle of the yard, who would dare to come any closer, that would clearly be courting death.
Wan Meixian was intimidated but still not willing to concede. Not daring to meet Meng Yuhuai's gaze, she just stared at Hua Xiaomai, covering her waist with one hand, and clenched her back teeth fiercely: "Fine then, picking on me now, why don't you go and ask around..."
