At this moment, Zhang Ling, who was behind Li Xiaobao, watched Old Liu's fist bearing a whistling wind, quickly approaching Li Xiaobao's face, causing a surge of tension, hence he called out a reminder from behind.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Li Xiaobao shielded Zhang Ling and Zhou Cuihua behind him with one hand, while he swung his other fist towards Old Liu's punch.
"Brat, you're seeking death!" Old Liu didn't expect Li Xiaobao would actually dare to meet his punch head-on, and immediately let out an irate roar.
"Crack!"
Before Old Liu's voice had even finished, Li Xiaobao's fist had already arrived, followed by a crisp sound emanating from his fist.
"Ah!"
Instantly, Old Liu let out a miserable scream and slowly knelt down, clutching his fist.
"Get lost!"
