Yang Fei unleashed the might of a martial artist, intimidating everyone present, including Liang Jiayi's parents, who dared not meet his gaze.
After a moment, Yang Fei let out a cold laugh, withdrew his aura, and, holding Liang Jiayi, prepared to leave the courtyard.
Just then, a guy wearing an Armani suit but sporting a thick gold chain around his neck appeared.
He strutted into the courtyard with two bodyguards flanking him.
This guy looked right past Yang Fei as if he didn't exist.
Yang Fei chuckled, shifted his shoulder, and stepped directly in front of him.
Bang!
With a dull thud, the guy with the gold chain staggered backward, landing facedown on the ground, crying out in pain.
Yang Fei's bump nearly shattered his entire skeleton.
He lay on the ground, blood streaming from his nostrils, painting a grisly picture.
Yang Yurong glanced at the guy in the gold chain, his eyes widened in shock, and he exclaimed.
"Oh heavens, it's Young Master Li."
