Driven by 15 points of strength, the man, weighing over two hundred pounds, shot backward as if hit head-on by a speeding truck.
BANG! He flew straight back.
A sickening CRACK! echoed from his neck.
He was flung a good ten meters, from the doorway straight into a pigpen at the far end of the small courtyard, CRASHING into a pile of junk.
Just then, the tall, slender woman who had run into the house earlier emerged, a thick rope in hand.
The rope was mottled black and red, clearly stained with a significant amount of blood.
Seeing the scene at the doorway, the woman froze.
When Lu Yuan saw she looked ready to scream, he dashed forward and backhanded her across the face.
BANG! The woman slammed into the doorframe, her head lolled to one side, and she passed out.
Since the commotion had already started, Lu Yuan dropped all pretense of stealth.
He glanced up towards the second floor.
He bent his knees slightly.
