Mo Fan stared with wide eyes at the patch of iron sand on the ground.
"Holy shit!" He dropped his water bottle and sprang to his feet.
However, after finishing off a sandbag, Wan Zhiqi showed no signs of stopping. He found another intact sandbag and continued to punch.
After about a dozen punches, the sandbag burst open once again.
!!!
Mo Fan felt a huge hit to his body and soul.
He had been training here all day and never once had he burst a sandbag.
He was a professional assassin, damn it!
To be looked down on by Mr. Mo Fan and have Lu Mian steal his spotlight was one thing, but now even the Captain of the Criminal Investigation Department was crushing him.
Mo Fan held his chest, feeling miserable, and found a small pebble to start drawing circles in the ground.
After demolishing four sandbags in a row, Wan Zhiqi relaxed his fists and joined Mo Fan.
"Mr. Mo Fan, how were those moves just now?"
