Ning Zhiyuan is still standing still. He turns a blind eye to the fist coming from him. Seeing that Bo Jichuan's fist is less than a foot away from him, his heart is in his throat.

when the fist is about to touch his face, it's better to move far.

with his body slightly to the side, he can easily dodge Bo Jichuan's fist, and his right hand can firmly grasp his fist.

Bo Jichuan tried hard to pull it back, but ningzhiyuan had too much strength. He could not pull back his arm even if he bit his teeth.

Ning Zhiyuan looks at him, looks at the corner of...