"How dare you!"
Another martial artist shot out rapidly from behind Zhan Weida's brother, charging towards Lou Yi like an arrow.
His speed was so great that the flowers and grass in the flowerbed next to the courtyard swayed violently.
He raised his fist high, aiming heavily at Lou Yi's head.
The surface of the fist had Qi-blood flowing, red as a boiled lobster.
As it fell, a whooshing sound of breaking through the air resounded, like a heavy object plummeting at high speed, and the consequences of being hit could only be imagined.
"Stop!" Zhan Weida's face changed dramatically, trying to rush towards Lou Yi, but someone blocked him upfront.
"Good brother, not just any incompetent coward can serve my Zhan Family." The man in red chuckled lightly, his eyes filled with mockery.
"Screw you, that's my friend!"
Zhan Weida punched towards the man in red, who easily caught it.
Only a loud 'bang' was heard, and both of them turned their heads in astonishment.
On the distant wall.
