"Save you? I'd like to see how he plans to do that!"
In a flash, Curly darted into the room through its shattered doorway.
Loud crashes and anguished cries instantly erupted inside.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Spare me, mighty sir!"
Only a few breaths later, Curly walked back out, carrying an old man dressed in alchemist robes.
The moment he emerged, he tossed the old man in front of Aoba.
"Aah!"
The old man landed in a dizzy, battered heap. He still had no idea what had happened or why a Dou Emperor had suddenly come here and beaten him up.
Aoba stared in shock at the man thrown at his feet. It was actually his grandfather?!
His grandfather was a Dou Wang expert. How could this man have beaten him until he was scrabbling on the floor for his teeth?
Aoba's eyes flew wide, his face filled with disbelief. Could this burly man be a Dou Huang expert?
What incredible luck. He had actually managed to offend an expert of this caliber.
"Ahem, Your Excellency, we have no quarrel, but I imagine my grandson must have offended you. Would you accept a peak fifth-tier pill as compensation and an apology?"
Fu Yan rose to his feet, composed himself into a respectful posture, and addressed Curly.
The moment he saw Aoba's bruised and swollen face, he understood what had happened. The brat must have stirred up trouble again.
In the past, little matters such as robbing the rich to help the poor, helping young women get pregnant, and keeping other people's treasures safe had been easy for him to settle. But now the brat had offended a Dou Emperor. This was a game he couldn't afford to play.
Aoba was also pale with terror, not daring to speak as he lay