Some people, the longer they act, the more they add to their own part.
After all, chances to take advantage of someone surnamed Li face to face aren’t that common.
So when the chance finally came, and he could have his fun, Zhao Yi felt secretly delighted — and at the same time a little uneasy.
He didn’t even dare let the feeling linger.
He hurriedly tried to change the subject, afraid Little Lord Yuan would really get angry.
Zhao Yi lunged, one claw aimed straight at the boy’s face.
Runsheng stepped in sideways, catching the blow with a palm and then blasting out a punch.
When claw met palm a sharp, explosive crack rang out.
Zhao Yi twisted his waist, flipped his body and avoided Runsheng’s punch.
Runsheng didn’t bother with niceties.
Brainwork wasn’t his thing; whenever he saw someone trying to hurt Little Yuan, he’d rush in to protect and then smash the attacker into paste.
Zhao Yi knew how terrifying Runsheng’s physique was.
After exchanging a move, he didn’t pause.
He warped his body like a swimming jiao, trying to slip past Runsheng and strike at the boy again.
Li Zhuiyuan stood still.
Behind him, Tan Wenbin’s blood-ape power flared; he grabbed the boy’s shoulder and pulled him back quickly.
The boy’s feet left the ground, yet his gaze remained calm as he watched what was in front.