"Minister, you actually kicked me!"
With Leng Bing's wailing, Leng Bing, who was kicked by Zhang Beixing, traced a beautiful arc in the air. The moment he hit the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.
Leng Bing couldn't understand why Zhang Beixing actually kicked him, and kicked him so hard.
For a moment, Leng Bing even thought that if he hadn't reached the level of a Great Grandmaster, Zhang Beixing's kick might have been fatal.
"I didn't expect you to save someone like this; you're truly a proud and insincere minister!"
Leng Bing couldn't figure out Zhang Beixing's intention, but the middle-aged man from the organization saw through what Zhang Beixing was trying to do.
"By hitting three acupoints on the human body with a very steady power, it can make the stagnant blood inside flow out in a gushing manner."
Lying on the ground, Leng Bing felt much better inside than before.
He grinned with a fawning smile, looking at Zhang Beixing.
