Chapter 728 Li Cangsheng’s Last Trump Card
- Right now, he stood a full ten feet shy of Eric Goodwell, his mind rattling like a struck bell.
- Facing Eric, he felt like a dog trying to bite a porcupine—no good angle, nowhere to start.
- This helpless, no-way-to-fight-back feeling—ever since Li Cangsheng first stepped onto the warrior path fifty years ago—was a first.