Ye Cheng shook his hand, and sharp chopsticks flew out like sharp darts, stabbing the scarless half of his cheek in the blink of an eye. In an instant, chopsticks shot through his cheek and nailed to the gums.

Scar roared and looked forward to the eyes of two vultures. He saw only a shadow flashing, and then felt that the face was kicked by a strong foot, a sharp pain in his nose, the bridge of his nose was broken, and he fell on his back.

This cruel foot is not someone else's, but Ye Cheng's. He jumped forward, his legs bent and fell together, his knees slammed into...