Chapter 1179: Ancient Death (5)

His hand hadn't yet struck when he was stopped by someone. It was Qin Zhiyou.

His expression indifferent, he calmly grabbed Qin Zhizha's wrist and then, with a forceful jerk, flung it. Qin Zhizha obviously wouldn't be thrown off as easily as a woman might. Even so, he was forced to step back slightly.

"Qin Zhiyou, I've long been displeased with you. What do you think you are? Years ago, you seized control of Hanhai through despicable means. Now you even direct your wife to torment my son!" Qin Zhizha's narrow pupils angrily bulged as he immediately followed with a punch, but Qin Zhiyou easily deflected it.

Another punch came, and Qin Zhiyou easily dodged, casually kicking Qin Zhizha in the stomach. The kick sent him staggering backward several steps, but his body, drained by alcohol and debauchery, couldn't withstand it, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.