"You are almost the same. We are just two birds of a feather."
Ji Changsheng sneered and grabbed Hu's shoulder with the other hand.
"Let me go."
Hu shook his shoulder and tried to dodge.
But he found that Ji Changsheng's hand was tightly clasped on his shoulder.
Seeing that he was unable to break free, Hu could only take the initiative to attack.
However, Ji Changsheng didn't give Hu the chance. He clenched his fists, and Hu felt as if his shoulder had been crushed.
"Ah..."
"You... It's impossible..."
A sharp pain came from his shoulder, and Hu's face was covered with sweat.
"As I said, since you want to deal with me, I will not let you go."
Then, Ji Changsheng punched Hu's belly.
At the same time, Hu's eyes dimmed, as if he was ten years older.
"I believe that someone else will deal with you. Without your martial arts, someone will come to you."
Ji Changsheng smiled. He wouldn't kill this guy himself.