While deeply engrossed in thought, Wang Yu suddenly felt a force on his shoulder and quickly threw an elbow strike backwards. This was purely a reflex action, especially that of an assassin instinctively responding to a sudden attack.
However, Wang Yu's elbow strike didn't go through, as it was stopped mid-way by someone's hand.
A cold glint flashed in Wang Yu's eyes, and he immediately leaned forward, grabbing onto the windowsill and raised his right foot to execute a back kick.
But his leg only extended halfway before it was blocked by a foot, and a soft shout followed in his ear.
"Wang Yu, stop!"
Hearing this soft shout, Wang Yu then realized what was happening and retracted his foot, turning around.
"What's the big idea? Lucky for you I've had some training, otherwise you would have given me a serious thrashing today, wouldn't you?"
As Qin Xuyang's words filled the room, the lights were turned on, and he stood there holding a jacket, looking extremely frustrated.
