"You audacious brat! How dare you cause trouble at the Beichen Commerce Association? You must have a death wish!"
An angry growl came from the side.
Hong Yu felt a sudden chill as the sharp gust of a palm strike whistled toward his back.
"Hmph!"
Hong Yu spun around in an instant. The heavy punch he had aimed at Steward Wang was redirected, sweeping out with the rotation of his body. Carrying a crushing momentum, the afterimage of his fist met the surprise attack with a loud BOOM, shattering the palm wind to pieces.
Without a moment's hesitation, Hong Yu pushed off the ground, his body launching backward.
He landed four or five meters away and, after steadying himself, looked at the newcomer.
It was an old man in a traditional robe. His long black hair was tied up in a high topknot, and his eyebrows were angled sharply upward, giving him a fiery, impetuous look.
