After making a few arrangements, Zhang Xiaohu headed out. After all, he was still a runner at the escort agency and had to report in every day. Though he was a newcomer without any assignments for the time being and did not need to travel long distances like the escorts, there were still many matters at the agency to attend to. There was much to learn by keeping his eyes open in daily life. Besides, they paid him a monthly wage—how could he not show his face?
Once Zhang Xiaohu left, the room became quiet.
Zhang Xiaohua was still only a teenage boy and had not spent such a long time sitting quietly for ages. The only flaw in this peaceful moment was the pain in his right hand, which reminded him of itself every moment. Zhang Xiaohua wanted to sleep a little longer, but he would close his eyes, open them again, then open them only to want to close them once more. After several rounds of this, he simply gave up on sleeping. Staring straight at the ceiling, he could not help thinking of his fist techniques.
During Zhang Xiaohu's battle with Yu Deyi yesterday, Zhang Xiaohu had ultimately been left utterly unable to fight back beneath Yu Deyi's internal force. Yet if they spoke purely of fist techniques, Yu Deyi had not gained much advantage over Zhang Xiaohu. Thinking of Yu Deyi's ferocious, peerless inner force, Zhang Xiaohua could not help feeling envious. Zhang Xiaohu had only seen the purple palm flash out with astonishing speed and had never come into contact with the force contained within it. Zhang Xiaohua, however, had truly touched it. At the instant his fist met that palm, he had felt an invincible power surge from it into his fist like rolling