Taking off the two copper boots, Prince NanAn felt as light as a swallow.
Although he trained at the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, often tying iron blocks to his legs, those were tied to the legs, not affecting the feet's movement.
Moreover, wearing armor on his body ensured even distribution of weight, avoiding a top-heavy balance.
When the City Patrol Soldiers arrived to clear the congestion, squeezing through the crowd, they saw the Heir of Duke Chong drenched in sweat from pain, and everyone's heart tightened.
Especially the Heir of Wu'an Bo and others, who felt a chill down their spines.
He and the Minister of Ministry of War Mansion quickly supported the Heir of Duke Chong, sending him to the nearest pharmacy to see a doctor.
Once people dispersed, Chu Shun looked solemnly at Prince NanAn and said, "I'm afraid this won't be easily settled."
Prince NanAn patted himself, brushing off the tofu dregs, and said, "He ran into me himself, how can he blame me?"
