Xiaobao looked at the two people and let out a cold snort. Before they could react, he was already in front of them. Without giving them a chance to pull out their radish knives, he punched them both in the chest.
"Ah, ah!"
Two screams echoed as the two guys were sent flying by Xiaobao's punch. They spat out two mouthfuls of blood while in the air, their faces paling, and heavily crashed into the door of the villa behind them.
As they hit the door, the impact broke it open, and they both fell to the ground, vomiting another mouthful of blood before losing consciousness.
"How dare two useless fools try to stop me!"
Xiaobao scoffed as he walked into the living room, which was brightly lit. Wang Shu was sitting quietly on the sofa, holding a large knife.
It seemed that Wang Shu had anticipated Xiaobao's visit tonight because he appeared much calmer than he had been at noon.
"Hmph, you're quite something!"
