Yang Xiao's right hand slowly retracted, with no change in his expression.
He stood there quietly, looking like a sturdy ancient pine.
Suddenly, he cast his gaze toward Wu Zhao.
In his eyes, no trace of emotion could be detected, indifferent and aloof, devoid of any hint of pity.
Wu Zhao's predicament was clearly of his own making.
Failing once wasn't enough; he insisted on challenging Yang Xiao again. This time, Yang Xiao's strike was naturally more forceful than the previous one.
People like Wu Zhao needed to be taught a lesson.
Then, Yang Xiao turned to walk off the yacht where Wu Zhao was.
Since his business was done, there was no reason to stay.
But at that moment, a tumultuous series of footsteps came from the deck, as if many people heard the commotion and came out of the yacht.
Yang Xiao had clashed with Wu Zhao twice, causing quite a stir indeed.
Obviously, Wu Zhao would not be alone on the yacht, and it was normal for others to come after hearing the noise.
