The two men's feet came together with a forceful impact. The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed; he never expected this young man before him to have such powerful legs, his strength far surpassing his own.
At this moment, the middle-aged man wanted to retreat, but it was too late. His body leaned back, his right leg bent, trying to diminish the power from the opponent's leg. If he continued to go head-to-head, this leg might break.
Chen Qianfan and Pu Jian also entered the courtyard as they saw Chunliang kick the middle-aged man flying.
The middle-aged man flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing into the wall behind him before stopping.
Seeing his father get beaten, the young black guy shouted angrily and picked up a brick to charge at Chunliang.
The middle-aged man yelled, "Black Egg, stop!"
The tense situation was eased considerably by his words, making Pu Jian and Chen Qianfan laugh—Black Egg? Indeed, the name suited him.
