Chapter 900 What Can You Do About It?

• There’s a saying: laymen watch the show, insiders spot the tells. Zhao Bing’s clean, ruthless move made Zhao Yong sit up a little, his face hardening.
• That young man might be cocky most days, but he was still one of his best—a combat faction hitter who’d clawed his way up through blood and blades. And yet, before he could even throw a single punch, someone chopped his hand off right under Zhao Yong’s nose?
• Interesting.