Who hit him just now? And who hit his companion?
The man stared blankly ahead, only to see an old, somewhat chubby butler and a disabled young man sitting in a wheelchair before them.
Both seemed to pose no threat whatsoever.
But why had their twelve strong and able-bodied attackers been knocked down in just twenty or thirty seconds?
And he himself hadn't even clearly seen who made the move or how they did it.
Lu Zhanyu lifted his head, glanced at the messy scene before him, and said indifferently to Butler Zhang, "You have become more restrained than before."
The men lying before them had only dislocated arms and legs, none of them had suffered broken bones.
With a smile on his face, Butler Zhang said, "Indeed, fighting is not good."
"You heard that from Susu, didn't you?"
"Hahaha, exactly, Miss Susu said so, and what she said makes sense. Fighting is indeed not good, although she herself gets into fights quite often," Butler Zhang commented with a laugh.