Yang Li, utterly powerless to resist, was like a feeble chick in Chen Yang's grasp. Chen Yang flung Yang Li to Yang Hu, wiped his hands, and walked straight out of the banquet hall.
"You conspired against me! This is a capital offense, release me at once!" Yang Li struggled violently, glaring at Yang Hu and warning him through gritted teeth.
"Fine."
Yang Hu decisively let him go.
"You'd better be—"
Yang Li was straightening his clothes, pointing viciously at Yang Hu, but before he could finish his sentence, a fist descended from above. Wrapped in a fierce gust of wind, it smashed down on him.
BOOM!
Blood spurted from the top of Yang Li's head as he crashed to his knees.
"You were just supposed to lead the way. What's with all the nonsense?"
Yang Hu's lip twitched. He grabbed Yang Li by the collar and simply dragged him out of the banquet hall.
Everyone left in the hall was dumbfounded.
