When Hu Yang spoke, his wrist jerked, sending the chopsticks flying out of his hand. Accompanied by a piercing whistle through the air, the two chopsticks embedded themselves firmly in the wall, with the previously buzzing flies still strung between them.,A few seconds later, a Mercedes-Benz G-Class roared up, kicking up dust as it sped towards them.,"If the old man can cure it, I can too. If he can't cure it, I still can."。