Luo Yang quietly listened to the woman speak and thought the glamorous woman would understand the current situation.
To his surprise, she suddenly flicked a cigarette butt over.
If an average person threw a cigarette butt, it wouldn't be forceful.
But the cigarette butt flicked by this glamorous woman shot out like lightning, clearly indicating her exceptional finger strength.
If one were hit by the cigarette butt, living or dying was one thing; at the very least, one would end up with a bump.
Luo Yang didn't even need to think about how to dodge; the beauty of Shadow Fist lay in its passive defensive capacity.
As long as the enemy attacks with punches or kicks, Luo Yang could automatically evade.
The situation was as simple as reaching out a hand for clothes to wear, or opening one's mouth to eat.
Just when Luo Yang thought the glamorous woman was about to launch a fierce assault, he saw her suddenly begin to shudder, like someone with epilepsy.
What? Playing the victim?
