Hearing this familiar voice, Xu Zhaopei immediately turned her head and saw Fang Yu standing behind her with a smile, filled with immense surprise.
At the same time, a tinge of guilt arose.
What delighted her was that Fang Yu had come to rescue her again! Always appearing so timely, just like that time in the hospital.
But the guilt stemmed from always being so helpless, a burden to Fang Yu...
Her heart was flooded with mixed emotions, and her feelings were complex.
"Are you Jiangzhou Iron Fist King, Fang Yu?" the tall man said sternly.
"Yes, it's me."
Fang Yu still spoke with a smile.
The man warned, "I know you're a martial artist...but I advise you not to seek trouble. I give you three seconds to get out of my sight. Otherwise—"
"Otherwise what?" Fang Yu asked.
"Otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
"Oh?"
Fang Yu sized up the man before him and said lightly: "Martial Arts Seventh Layer. Is that why you are so arrogant?"
Martial Arts Seventh Layer?
