Zhang Yu had been waiting for this moment. Causing a commotion in the courtyard ensured that Yi Zhonghai and the others would definitely have reasons to argue, but breaking into one's own home in the dead of night and stirring up trouble for so long would be hard for them to justify.
With a swift move, he emerged from the house, grabbing a wooden stick on the way out, "Jia Dongxu, weren't you looking to settle scores?"
"Sure, let's settle them properly." He charged to the door to block any chance of escape and mercilessly struck at his limbs.
Jia Dongxu hadn't expected the seemingly timid Zhang Yu to show up, let alone with a wooden stick in hand, which made him even more afraid.
Before he could react, Zhang Yu's stick was already coming at him.
Zhang Yu was now well-rested and full of energy, while Jia Dongxu, though a man, was truly no match for him.
Jia Dongxu had already expended a lot of energy kicking doors and was far from being Zhang Yu's opponent.
