Uncle Zhou didn't bother with the kick Liu Wentian sent his way, planning to directly block with his aggressive approach. A normal kick posed no harm to him whatsoever.
"Be careful!" Zhao Han exclaimed.
"Xiao Han, don't worry. Ah Wei knows his limits and won't really hurt him, at most he'll send him to the hospital for a few days. It's actually good for a young man to suffer a bit to learn a lesson," Han Wuhuan said indifferently.
Uncle Zhou's real name was Zhou Wei, and Ah Wei referred to him.
"I'm not telling Liu Wentian to be careful, I'm telling Uncle Zhou—"
Bang!!
Zhao Han hadn't finished speaking when Uncle Zhou, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward from the doorway into the house, landing on the floor and sliding for 78 meters.
"Wow!!"
Uncle Zhou couldn't help but spit out mouthful after mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes wide with terror as he looked at Liu Wentian.
