Ning Dong punched the sandbag continuously. Sweat dripped down his eyebrows into his eyes, burning his eyes. He blinked to ease the discomfort, but his hands did not stop punching the sandbag. He could not stop; if he stopped, he would explode. He wanted to vent the anger in his heart with the punches
At this time, someone grabbed his wrist. However, he kept punching with his eyes closed. When his punch was blocked, he threw another punch. This time, his punch missed, and his opponent's punch hit him. He turned his head instinctively to dodge, but the fist still grazed his lips. He was swept off his feet, and he landed heavily on the ground. Nevertheless, he did not pause; he immediately jumped up to his feet, ready to continue. At this time, he felt someone pressing down on his shoulder.
"Ning Dong, what's wrong?"
Ning Dong heard Ji An's gentle voice.
