"Not apologizing, huh? No problem, then let me see whether your bones or your mouth are harder."
Lu Tianxing's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile as he stepped back and kicked Zhou Sihao hard in the chest.
Instinctively, Zhou Sihao subconsciously activated his True Qi, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Bang!"
But it was of no use, Zhou Sihao took the full brunt of the kick, and was sent flying, creating a parabolic arc in the air, smashing through five or six tables, falling heavily to the ground with both arms fractured, blood gushing from his mouth.
Zhou Sihao glared at Lu Tianxing angrily, the word 'you' hadn't even left his lips when his vision went black and he fainted.
"Passed out? No problem, I'll wake you right up."
Lu Tianxing's voice echoed through the restaurant as he walked, step by step, towards the unconscious Zhou Sihao.
