Xia Mi stared fixedly at Lao Tang. The expression on her delicate face froze in an instant, her pupils contracting slightly.
That look was exactly like someone seeing a ghost in broad daylight, filled with absurdity and a trace of embarrassed anger at having something exposed.
Seeing this, Mo Wang clapped his hands, trying to break the bizarre atmosphere. "All right, all right, save the touching part for later. Let's call it here today. If you keep fighting, I'm guessing the principal really won't be able to sit still anymore, and he'll come charging down here himself with his folding knife."
Xia Mi came back to herself from her shock, her embarrassed anger rising even higher. She had just been about to snap at Mo Wang and ask what kind of joke he thought he was making—she was absolutely going to get the Dragon Bone Cross today...
But in the next instant, she saw a fist rapidly expanding in her field of vision.
The fist came too fast, too suddenly. It did not even stir up much wind, yet it gave even her, a Dragon King, the feeling that there was no way to avoid it.
Bang!
A dull thud rang out.
Xia Mi's vision went black. Her consciousness cut out instantly, and her petite body swayed before collapsing limply backward. Mo Wang caught her with one arm in passing, sparing her the indignity of slamming straight onto the floor.
At the sight, Finger was completely dumbfounded, the hamburger paper bag on his head tilting to one side. After hearing that conversation just now, even an idiot would understand what it meant—Lao Tang and Connor were Norton and Constantine?! The Dragon Bone Cross enshrined at the school was actually a fake?! In other words... right now, there were at least