Ming Disha grabbed Cang Hai by the hair and slammed his head into the tabletop.
"So I'm an idiot, am I?! I'm showing off, am I?! My legs got broken, am I?! I came back to steal money, am I?!"
"I robbed that money myself! I forgot to take it when I left just now! I came back to get it! It completely fits my identity as a robber! It makes perfect sense!"
"Why do you have so much hostility and dissatisfaction toward robbers?!"
How strange!
Ming Disha was incredible!
Never mind that he could force Cang Hai to bow his entire body and smash his head into the table—the fact that the table remained unbroken no matter how hard he hit it, while only Cang Hai's head bled, required exquisite control of force, true qi, and protection of the tabletop!
Zhao Ritian gave him a thumbs-up. "Excellent kung fu! I couldn't do that. If I held him down, I'd definitely smash the table to pieces in one hit."
Long Aotian nodded. "There's still a huge gap between us and a robber. Look at that—the head can break, but the table is fine, and he even keeps the other person conscious. We're still lacking when it comes to this kind of meticulous control over true qi."
Cang Yue had already pissed himself.
Even Cang Hai was getting beaten up. Wouldn't he be even worse off?
"It's just... Senior... is such a good person, and you talked behind his back. That really was..."
Cang Yue looked at Ming Disha, tears welling in his eyes. "Senior, actually, he forced me to speak badly about you. Personally, I have no—ah!"
Ming Disha grabbed Cang Yue by the hair and slammed his head into the table too. "Two legs, huh?! Bowing and apologizing, huh?!