"No..." Zhou Wenlong wailed. "I'll do it! I'll do it..."
"Too late!"
With two sharp CRACKS, Ye Xiu's kicks shattered both of Zhou Wenlong's arms.
"Ah..." This time, the pain was so intense that Zhou Wenlong passed out completely.
"You lot, get over here and finish what Zhou Wenlong couldn't," Ye Xiu coldly commanded the dozen or so underlings.
"Yes, yes, yes!" One of the underlings scrambled over and carefully put Ye Xiu's shoes back on him. Then, they all knelt and kowtowed before Jin Peng, wishing him a long life.
"Take Zhou Wenlong and get out!" Ye Xiu snapped.
"Yes, yes, yes!" The dozen underlings hastily lifted the unconscious Zhou Wenlong and fled.
Seeing this, the banquet hall fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared at Ye Xiu, their scalps tingling.
This man isn't a world-saving Divine Doctor; he's a complete butcher!
"Mr. Jin, my apologies for being late," Ye Xiu said apologetically.
