Li Kaishan kicked forcefully, sending his opponent crashing into the wall a few meters away, then with a thud, he fell to the ground.
Clutching his stomach, he retched a mouthful of fresh blood, his body convulsing with pain, feeling as if all his organs had been kicked out of place, yet his eyes conveyed a sense of relief.
At least, like this, Master Huang couldn't blame himself anymore.
He sighed. The young man was indeed formidable, but no matter how strong his martial might was, he was no match for Master Huang inside the house.
Lui Wentian entered the room, and immediately saw Wu Hai sneering at him, a middle-aged man eyeing him as if he were prey, like a beast in heat tied beside the bed, and a woman, who regardless of any shame, weren't bothered by his entrance and continued flaunting herself…
Then, he saw Fan Xiaoyu on the bed, noticed her clothes were intact, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, nothing irreversible had happened yet!
