Each word was accompanied by a punch, each punch following a certain rhythm. The resulting sounds were similar to that of a pig being miserably slaughtered.
A “crack” sound was heard as the poor bastard’s leg was abruptly broken from the sheer weight of Tang Yuan’s body… The youngster cried out miserably one more time, his body convulsing, his head tilted to the side before fainting.
It was at this moment that the woman who came together with the youngster recovered from shock. A shrill high-pitched cry burst out, instantly rising in intensity.
“Stop crying!” Tang Yuan shouted ferociously, his eyes staring at her viciously. The woman stopped in shock. She grasped her neck with a face filled with fear before running down the stairs. A huge “bang” was heard followed by a wretched cry and a tumbling sound. Apparently, the woman had lost her balance while running down the stairs and ended up tumbling down.
“That is enough! Since you have already vented your anger, just leave him be. If you continue beating him, he will really die!” Jun Xie frowned, as he began to feel tired from today’s outing.
“So what if I really kill him? Trouble? Who dares give this senior trouble?” Tang Yuan gave the man two more vicious punches before standing up. He panted as he did so. Punching people was something that required effort after all. Tang Yuan was obviously quite tired as his eyes squinted. “In this whole capital, there are really not many people that I, Tang Yuan cannot kill!”
“This bastard seems to have some background,” Jun Xie indicated towards the outside with his chin. Outside, urgent footsteps could be heard as no small amount of people rushed towards them.
Tang Yuan dismissed it with curled lips. “He is someone that neither you nor me recognizes. What kind of background could he have? Just a bunch of damaged goods! Even if his ancestor were to come, this Young Master will use my one finger to push him back home!”
“The… the two wicked people are upstairs. Qin… Young Master Qin is also up there.” The panicked voice of the woman was heard from below. Following that, the sounds of swords being drawn out from their sheaths were heard. The sound of iron was heard as the sound of footsteps on the stairs came.
In an instant, roughly six warriors with cold looks on their faces came to stand before the two of them. Noticing the young man covered with blood sprawled on the floor, their faces became furious. One of them bore some resemblance to the youngster, his face squarish, sporting a beard, he roared angrily as his eyes seemingly discharged waves of fire. “What are you doing just standing there? Help the Young Master up and deal with these two audacious beasts!”