Before leaving with Zhu Zhuqing, Ye Qifeng deliberately glanced toward a certain spot in the shadows. Just as he had expected, that turtle hiding in his shell, Tang Hao, still chose not to act.
Ye Qifeng had been measured in his strikes. He had merely dislocated both of Tang San's arms and punched him in the stomach, letting him taste excruciating pain and vomiting.
Thus, Tang San had suffered little actual injury.
But that was already enough.
Against someone as conceited and arrogant as Tang San, physical pain alone could hardly make him submit. The blow had to strike him on a psychological level.
And what did Tang San care about most? Naturally, it was his "little sister," Xiao Wu, who gave him the warmth of "family."
That was why Ye Qifeng had dealt that Rogue Rabbit, Xiao Wu, a heavy blow. With that provocation, Tang San would surely be deeply shaken. Let him sink into frustration, regret, and self-doubt.
Behind the shadow of a large tree in the dense forest.
Dressed in a ragged black robe, Tang Hao held a wilted, yellowing stalk of Blue Silver Grass in his left hand. A faint red gleam flickered in his eyes beneath his hood, while a massive hammer had already appeared in his right palm. He seemed ready to stop Ye Qifeng and Zhu Zhuqing.
But after some thought, he ultimately suppressed the impulse and did not pursue them.
Casually dismissing the hammer, Tang Hao turned toward Tang San, who sat in the middle of Shrek Camp holding Xiao Wu, his face gloomy and dejected. Tang Hao's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of dissatisfaction rising within him. You can't withstand even this little setback?...
Xiao San, don't disappoint me.
Tang Hao chose not to reveal himself. In his view, there were