Before the words had even settled, a group of people rushed into the villa with a clamor. At the head of the group was a middle-aged man with a steady, commanding presence.
It was none other than Zhuang Yu of the Martial Alliance.
"Dad!"
Seeing Zhuang Yu appear, the young man kneeling in the courtyard brightened up and started to rise. This was Zhuang Qing, Zhuang Yu's son.
"Hmm?"
However, just as Zhuang Qing moved to stand, a single drawn-out syllable reached his ears.
THUD!
Zhuang Qing's expression changed, and he fell to his knees again. His face flushed red, and the venom in his eyes grew even thicker.
Damn you, boy. How dare you humiliate me like this? I'll tear you to pieces later!
When Wang Wu entered the villa, he saw Zhuang Qing and the two Elders kneeling on the ground. They looked extremely disheveled and appeared to be seriously injured. Wang Wu's eyes narrowed slightly.
