"You brought this on yourself, kid. Don't blame me!" the middle-aged man said, taking a step forward and throwing a punch at Yang Qi.
A Martial Arts Grandmaster? No wonder he's so arrogant. Yang Qi sneered, showing no intention of making a move himself. With the Wolf King by my side, do I even need to act?
The next moment, the middle-aged man was sent flying. With a single punch, the Wolf King had seriously injured him, leaving him on the ground spitting up blood, a miserable sight.
"How dare you strike my bodyguard? You're looking for death! I'll have my grandfather kill you!" As she spoke, Fan Ruobing fired a sleeve arrow from her cuff.
