Agba's instincts naturally spawned a trace of fear, but he quickly and rationally erased it.
His life was given by Third Madam, and no matter how strong the opponent was, he had to steel himself for the fight.
"All this nonsense is useless, you've injured our young master, and you must pay the price!" Agba threw a punch that seemed unremarkable but was incredibly fast.
Before anyone could even blink, Agba's fist had already smashed towards Yang Yu's forehead.
A few centimeters further and his iron fist would have burst Yang Yu's head open!
"Hmm?" Agba suddenly sensed danger, retracted his fist, and retreated, but it was still a split second too late.
A gash was sliced open across his chest, blood pouring out.
If he hadn't retreated so quickly, that gash could have torn his entire chest open!
"How is this possible?" Mrs. Rockfeller was also shocked; in her memory, Agba had never lost, let alone been wounded and bled.
