Liu Fu's reaction was very strange, as if he had seen a sworn enemy. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression one of wanting to devour someone, as if he was ready to pounce at any moment and tear the young man to pieces.
Amidst the hatred, there was also fear, and a very peculiar emotion.
It was the first time Chen Ming had seen such complex emotions on a person's face. He was curious about what kind of grievances existed between old Liu and this young man's father.
The young man in fine clothes saw Liu Fu's reaction and a playful smile appeared on his face. "Before my father left, he specially instructed me to go to Wu Martial Arts Hall in Qingfeng City and find a person named Liu Fu. He asked me to bring him a message."
"What... what message?"
Liu Fu's voice was hoarse, his hands clenched, and his breathing was rapid, showing that he was extremely concerned about the message.
