"Afraid I'll kill you with a weapon, huh? Fine. This young master isn't in a great mood right now, so I'll play with you bare-fisted. I'm telling you, don't you dare cry!"
How could Zhou Fan not see through Zhao Yu's intentions? The guy was clearly just afraid of his weapon. He pointed at him and spoke.
The words had barely left his mouth when Zhou Fan, without waiting for Zhao Yu to reply, threw a punch straight at his face.
"Shameless! You launched a sneak attack!"
Zhao Yu never expected Zhou Fan to strike so suddenly. He hastily threw up an arm to block, but the force of the punch was immense. After deflecting the blow, a sharp, breaking pain shot through his left arm.
"'Shameless?' Didn't I tell you I was going to play? It's your own fault for being slow on the uptake. Don't blame me!" Zhou Fan pressed his attack, ducking low and closing the distance to Zhao Yu in a few quick strides.
