The brutal slapping had dimmed Fu Tianming's vision, and made his head reeling when Wu Qi threw him back into the chair where he had been sitting. Wu Qi gave the fat man's bloody and broken face a glance while frowning, then suddenly thrust his leg and gave Fu Qianxi a kick in the stomach, who was standing in a daze next to the chair like a wooden pole.
Wu Qi had exercised a little bit more strength in the kick. The tip of his toe had cut open Fu Qianxi's belly, and a small air-blast produced by the kick had ripped and torn his entrails into pieces. Fu Qianxi howled painfully as he flew tumbling back hundreds of feet away. Slamming head first into the wooden wall with a crack, he shattered it and fell out of the foyer, rolling and struggling on the grassy ground outside the main house with blood rushing out of his belly.
