Chapter 112 The Truth

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A low growl erupted as Zhang Long lunged at Zhang Xiaomeng, his foot shooting toward Zhang Xiaomin's chest with a vicious kick.

Zhang Xiaomeng did not dodge this time, but charged directly toward Zhang Long. Just as Zhang Long's foot was less than an inch away, Zhang Xiaomeng sidestepped, then threw a heavy punch that landed squarely on Zhang Long's chest.

With a muffled grunt, Zhang Long was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Thud!

Zhang Long fell clumsily among a bed of flowers, covering himself in mud and leaves, his appearance both pitiful and comical.

"Ah!"

After a painful cry, a mouthful of fresh blood rose to his throat but Zhang Long forcefully swallowed it back down.

At that moment, he finally realized just how terrifying Zhang Xiaomeng's strength was.

Even if two more men were added to his side, he would not possibly be a match for him.

"Let's go, back inside for tea."