Xu Fang's eyes narrowed.
There was no point in reasoning with such a domineering man.
Without any hesitation, Xu Fang's hand shot out. Before Sun Fuhai could even react, he had been grabbed by the throat. Circulating the energy in his Dantian, Xu Fang lifted Sun Fuhai into the air without any apparent effort.
Sun Fuhai immediately struggled to breathe. He tried to pry Xu Fang's fingers away, but Xu Fang's hand was like an old tree root, immovable no matter how hard he struggled. Before long, Sun Fuhai's face turned beet red and his eyes bulged. The fierce, malicious aura around him rapidly dissipated, replaced by an expression of begging.
Unable to speak, Sun Fuhai clasped his hands together, repeatedly making gestures of supplication. Xu Fang remained unmoved. Only after another full minute did he fling Sun Fuhai to the ground.
