Old Fu's expression was extremely cold, like a fierce ghost staring at Fang Yi, as if ready to kill at any moment.
"So young and yet your tongue is so brazen. I don't mind crippling you here." Old Fu's murderous intent was set, and the aura he emitted was chilling.
At the same time, Old Fu put Zhu Wushou down from his shoulders. Throughout this process, Zhu Wushou gritted his teeth; his pelvis had already been fractured by the door collision earlier and wouldn't heal anytime soon.
But Zhu Wushou was a ruthless person. He hadn't cried out until now.
Once Zhu Wushou was put down, he glanced at those watching the scene. Some understood the situation immediately and came forward to support Zhu Wushou with flattering smiles, and the others, seeing this, also came over to assist him.
Without Zhu Wushou weighing him down, Old Fu was unencumbered, and he once again fixed his gaze on Fang Yi, his resolve to kill evident.
At this moment, two women entered simultaneously.
