Chapter 103 Iron Arms Zhou Tong [Seeking Recommendations, Seeking Favorites]

Two speedboats raced towards them, cutting through the calm, mirror-like surface of the river, leaving behind parallel streaks of white wake.

Zhang Mingyuan, hearing the sound of the speedboats, instinctively went to the window to look out.

"Master Zheng, they have arrived!"

Zheng Qian remained seated calmly at his fishing spot, waved his hand and said, "Boss Zhang, stay calm and don't be anxious. If they know what's good for them, I will spare them. Otherwise, my Shaolin Bone Splitting Hand and Arhat Fist will ensure they come in upright and leave horizontally!"

"Ha ha, Zheng Qian, such arrogance in your tone!"

Before his words had even settled, a deep, masculine tenor voice drifted in with the wind.

As the final note hung in the air, the sound of "tap tap tap" footsteps came from the staircase entrance.

The leader was a man in his forties, short in stature, probably only about 150 centimeters tall. However, his eyes sparkled with a sharp and ruthless gleam.