Zhao Jun was stunned by the hit, he had been restraining himself, and his speech was very polite, so he hadn't expected Wang Ju to strike outright.
Wang Ju, on the other hand, wore a look of triumph. He hadn't fared well against Zhao Jun in the past. Now that Zhao Jun and Hei Ma had gone over to Su Yang's side, Wang Ju subtly became the leader of the lower classes in the Northern Three Provinces—he naturally took this opportunity to target Zhao Jun.
"Zhao, get lost immediately, or I'll hit you before you even have a chance to cry!" Wang Ju shouted loudly, his followers behind him shouting in support, boosting his momentum significantly.
It was only then that Zhao Jun snapped back to reality, his face flushed red as he stepped forward and grabbed Wang Ju by the neck, flipping him to the ground.