Mi Zongxing had not expected that this young man would dare to provoke him so openly.
A chilling expression immediately appeared on his face.
"You little fucker, you're seeking death!"
As his words fell, two burly men behind him charged forward, swinging their enormous fists, aiming directly at Zhou Yu.
Both men were experts at the peak level of the Hua Jin stage.
As the fists swung through the air, they emitted a whistling sound, indicative of their incredible force.
With Zhou Yu's frail frame, Mi Zongxing figured one punch could turn the reckless young man in front of him into a pile of mush.
Especially since Zhou Yu didn't move at all, he was probably scared stiff.
This idiot.
He's done for.
Bang!
The two heavy punches, unsurprisingly, landed hard on Zhou Yu.
However, the anticipated scene of Zhou Yu turning into mush did not occur.
