"Ahem..."
At Chen Jian's words, Jiang Xiaobai immediately gave two dry coughs.
He had indeed said that before, but he had never expected Chen Jian to remember it even now.
Struggling to hold back his laughter, Jiang Xiaobai glanced at Chen Zhanqiu, whose face was so dark it looked ready to drip water...
The corners of his mouth curled up, but Jiang Xiaobai nodded with a perfectly straight face. "That... is correct!"
"Jiang Xiaobai!"
Chen Zhanqiu's face darkened even further.
Damn it!
This was his son!
And yet his own words as the boy's father carried less weight than Jiang Xiaobai's!
The very thought infuriated him!
"Father!"
Hearing Chen Zhanqiu's voice, Chen Jian immediately frowned. "Be more polite to my closest friend!"
"Otherwise... hmph!"
"What, you unfilial brat? Are you going to hit me?"
Chen Zhanqiu nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. In the end, he swept his sleeve angrily and turned to walk away.
Even after sitting down, however, he continued to glare fiercely at Jiang Xiaobai.
If looks could kill, Jiang Xiaobai would probably have been stabbed a dozen times already!
"Brother Jiang!"
Chen Jian paid no mind to that. He turned back to Jiang Xiaobai, his face brimming with excitement. "Don't let my father spoil your mood!"
"Let's carry on talking!"
Chen Jian paused, then continued, "To tell you the truth, after seeing your One Yang Finger last time, I went home and devoted myself to studying it!"
"And wouldn't you know it? I actually figured it out. It's just that its power... still falls short of yours!"
"Huh?"
Jiang Xiaobai froze, staring at Chen Jian with growing shock.
No way. He learned it?
His so-called One Yang Finger last time had been nothing more than a shot from the Desert Eagle!
This fellow had watched