Su Caijin looked at the screen and murmured, "No need to be a martial arts master, just look at where the chopsticks fall. Although part of it is blocked, from this position you can judge that if the chopsticks hit, it would be like hitting a nerve—at that moment, you'll surely let go!"
The manager immediately widened his eyes to look, then reached out to touch his own elbow, feeling that this possibility was quite high. After all, he had accidentally hit a nerve before, rendering his whole arm weak.
Could it be that Young Master Luo did it on purpose?
The manager found it hard to believe. How old is Young Master Luo? Twelve, he remembered. At such a young age, could he really have practiced martial arts?
Su Caijin stopped explaining, murmuring to himself while watching the screen, "Who exactly is he? Why won't he reveal his background?"
