Chen Xu lowered his head to glance at the hand pressed against his chest and said, "Sorry."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than his hand had caught the other's wrist, with a twist and a pull he drew the two of them closer, his other hand striking like lightning at a certain spot between the opponent's chest and abdomen.
"Ugh..."
Brother Jun's body suddenly arched, his face rapidly filling with blood, a hoarse sound emanating from his throat.
Chen Xu steadied his body, slowly laying him down on the ground, and said, "Lie down for a bit, you'll be fine soon." Then he pushed the door open and walked in.
Behind him was Liu Yumeng, who hadn't reacted yet. By the time she did, the seemingly robust Brother Jun was already down. Chen Xu came in, and she couldn't help but take a step back in surprise.
