"Hand over the Qi and Blood Pill, don't force me to do it." Wang Hu said with a sneer.
Lu Ming clutched the bag tightly and moved his feet back half an inch.
"This is my monthly routine for this month." His voice was hoarse.
His back was tense, a few jagged ribs peeked out from under the worn linen clothes, and the coolness from the bluestone floor tiles ran straight up along the worn soles.
Wang Hu took a step forward and grabbed Lu Ming's collar.
He spat viciously: "I don't care what your monthly schedule is!"
The fleshy face was full of vicious jokes, and the thick arms were like cast iron, which made Lu Ming's chest feel tight.
"Let go." Lu Ming gritted his teeth.
"So what if you don't let go?" Wang Hu sneered.
Wang Hu suddenly raised his right foot and stepped heavily on Lu Ming's chest with a roaring wind.
"You shameless piece of trash." He crushed it hard with the soles of his feet.
