A shadowy figure suddenly flashed into view, charging toward Lin Xiao with a murderous aura. Its speed was like lightning.
Lin Xiao scoffed.
The next moment, Bei Kuang moved. With a mere flicker, he appeared in front of the shadowy figure.
The figure sneered and threw a punch straight at Bei Kuang's temple. It was a well-known weak point; a direct hit could cause serious injury, if not death.
Unfortunately for the attacker, before the fist could land, Bei Kuang seized it in a vicelike grip.
The next second, a sharp CRACK echoed through the spacious living room—the sound of breaking bone. Bei Kuang had crushed the man's hand.
A scream erupted as Bei Kuang released his grip, and the man collapsed to the floor.
Taking a closer look, Lin Xiao saw that the attacker was an old man.
