Glancing at Wang Dadan, who was sitting on the ground with blood trickling from his mouth, Zhou Lao San thought to himself how lucky he was.
He was really too fortunate. Both of them had taken two punches, but the other guy was spitting blood from injuries while he was perfectly fine. That's what you call luck.
However, he quickly noticed that his companions were all looking at him with sympathetic eyes.
Zhou Lao San was a bit confused. What's going on?
The next moment, his eyes widened suddenly as if he had realized something.
He quickly turned around and kept bowing to Xiao Feng, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't dodge on purpose. It's just a normal physical reaction, I can't control it."
Indeed, this explanation made perfect sense.
It's like when you see a fist coming towards your eyes, even if you've agreed it won't really hit, you still can't help but flinch.
