"You dare!" In a flash, Pang Jun couldn't contain his anger and reached out to grab Zhang Feng's collar, lifting him up, his fist flying towards Zhang Feng.
As Zhang Feng saw the murderous look in Pang Jun's eyes, his heart turned cold and he thought to himself, it's over, I should never have provoked a beaten warrior.
Just as Zhang Feng resigned himself and closed his eyes, no longer struggling, Pang Jun's fist remained suspended mid-air and never made contact with Zhang Feng's body.
Pang Jun turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, and looked at the person blocking him. When he saw it was Liu Mou, the flames of rage within him were instantly doused.
"What were you two just talking about? If you don't mind, I can treat your wife's illness for free," Liu Mou said with a smile on his face.
Upon hearing this, joy gradually spread across Pang Jun's face. Then, he tossed Zhang Feng aside, causing him to fall onto his butt.
