At this moment, Bo Fu was clearly blinded by hatred, his brain losing the rational judgment it normally should have.
But from Fang Yu's perspective, even without interference from the masked man, the duel between him and Qian Wu was likely to end in defeat.
However, speaking of that now was meaningless and would only fuel Bo Fu's anger.
Bo Fu, now enraged, didn't care about logic; he just lacked a target to vent his anger.
And the masked man who had fled before was evidently a perfect target for his wrath.
"But the masked man has already left the scene after defeat, how easy is it to find him now?"
In the vast Capital, finding someone isn't simple.
But Bo Fu confidently smiled.
"That guy was hit by my palm strike, and within a short time, I can track the general direction of his escape. He won't get away!"
With that said, he cupped his hands to Fang Yu.
"Since you, senior, are here and know the details, why not join me in seeking justice from the masked man?"
