"Xiao Liu, stop wasting your breath. Just do it," the red-haired young man said to Xiao Liu.
"Villains die from talking too much. If you can act, don't talk," the purple-haired young man expressed his opinion.
"Is that how you both talk?" Although Xiao Liu complained, he didn't delay in action, swinging a club straight at Xu Ke's head.
The sound of the stick ripping through the air rang next to Xu Ke's ear. He slightly tilted his head to dodge Xiao Liu's attack.
The next moment, the purple-haired young man's bat also came swinging towards Xu Ke, aiming at his waist with equally strong force.
Had this blow struck hard, Xu Ke's ribs might not have been spared.
Xu Ke reached out and grabbed one end of the bat, smiling slightly at the purple-haired young man, and with a forceful pull, he yanked him over, gripping the back of his neck like picking up a chick, and threw him against the wall.
