"Enough!" Zhu Rongchang was provoked to anger.
He touched his bleeding nose, his anger at its peak, "You hit me over a whore? Fu Shiyan, can't you distinguish what is important?"
"What's important?" Fu Shiyan clenched his fists, his eyes were seething with rage.
A chill sprang up from Zhu Changrong's heart.
For a moment, he felt that Fu Shiyan was going to kill him.
"Zhu Rongchang, I will show you tonight, what it means by order of importance!"
As his words fell,
Fu Shiyan's fist lashed out at Zhu Rongchang again.
Zhu Rongchang endured the blows.
The pain drove him into madness.
He rushed at Fu Shiyan like a crazed man.
The two men tangled together in a fight.
No one around dared to step in hastily.
Everyone seemed to sense that anyone who intervened would face a backlash.
The two of them brawled for who knows how long.
By the end, Zhu Rongchang began to whimper and beg for mercy while lying on the ground.
