San Guo hesitated a bit before resigning to be Amon's accomplice. After all, he had made the first attack that caused one of Wei Fan's aides to fall. There was no way Wei Fan would let him go if he survived this.
San Guo ran towards the young master. His cultivation was lower than Wei Fan's, but in terms of real life and death experiences, he had more of them. Before he became a mediator between the powerful families and the lowly criminals who needed dirty jobs, he himself was one of these mercenaries. He had done many jobs himself before he gathered enough knowledge and connections to become the organizer.
The speed he exhibited belied his fat body. He slapped forward with an open palm as the young master came into range. His palm appeared as if covered by white dust.
"You overestimate yourself!" Wei Fan yelled. He punched out. His fist was covered by fire as it struck San Guo's palm.
