Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

less, a faint smirk playing on his face.Boom…………Andrew struck with his palm, and the entire platform shook, but the Watanabe Ichiro before him remained unharmed.The palm strike just now only hit Watan...ith disbelief in his eyes. His expression became somewhat nervous!"Senior, who exactly are you"Chen Ping didn't understand what the old man meant. He couldn't figure out how the old man knew he had th...