"Young Master, don't listen to his manipulative nonsense. Our men are here. Should we just kill him?" Auntie Fu said, opening the door. Five more people immediately surged in. She shut the door, stepped forward, and looked at Wang Tianshuang.
"Then kill him."
Wang Tianshuang glanced nonchalantly at Auntie Fu and spoke flatly. But the very instant Auntie Fu and her group moved on Zhou Fan, he erupted into motion. In a flash, he was before Uncle Fu, who was closest to him, his hand lashing out and clamping around the man's throat.
CRACK! Wang Tianshuang crushed Uncle Fu's neck.
Ignoring Uncle Fu, who died without ever realizing what had happened, Wang Tianshuang's footwork was a blur. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Auntie Fu.
