Xu Jiye jumped up, embarrassed in front of so many people because of Liuu Qingzhu, and he couldn't stand it.
"Master Qiu, hold down this little beast!"
He shouted with the old man, getting up from the ground, wanting to fiercely beat Liuu Qingzhu.
Liuu Qingzhu glared, "What's with having your subordinate step up, let's fight one-on-one if you've got the guts!"
Xu Jiye sneered, "Who the hell do you think you are, to deserve a match with me? If you have the skill, call someone over. I have money, and I can bully you, what about it?"
"You scum!"
Liuu Qingzhu's face turned red with anger, struggling unyieldingly to break free from the old man's grip.
"Poor boy, what do you have to fight me with!"
Xu Jiye raised his hand, flinging a palm to slap Liuu Qingzhu.
But suddenly the sound of wind rushed past his ear, and it seemed like a wild bull suddenly charged at him, knocking his whole body backward.
