"Heh heh, Miss Vini, you'll soon see how powerful these muscles are!"
Yellow Rat laughed sleazily,
"Then let me feel them."
Vini Jones, intrigued, reached out to touch Yellow Rat's chest.
Yellow Rat simply closed his eyes, looking ready to enjoy it.
The next moment.
Bam!
Yellow Rat felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he quickly fell to the ground.
He covered his chest and crawled up, looking down to see a palm print there, with traces of blood on it.
"Did you hit me?"
Yellow Rat wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Vini Jones in surprise.
Vini Jones smiled gently, "I was just testing your muscles. Truly strong."
Despite Vini Jones's calm demeanor.
In reality, she was extremely shocked.
Because that palm strike just now used at least half her strength.
Yet it only caused minor injuries and didn't hurt Yellow Rat's muscles and bones at all.
This shows how abnormal this guy's defense is.
"Little minx. Who exactly are you?"
