“Who’s that!?” After Zheng-Fu could stand firm, he asked curiously who was interfering.
“Third Uncle!” Pu-Jin’s expression instantly brightened as he saw who had appeared to help him.
“Young man! This time, we are at fault. I’m the elder of the Golden Sky Clan and this young man’s uncle. I want you to let this matter go and assume that nothing happened today. If you could do that, I would be very grateful to you. But if not, I’ll have to use force to resolve this matter!” The middle-aged man, who was the young man’s third uncle, spoke in a cold voice, begging Zheng-Fu to put an end to this and forget about it; otherwise, he would use force.
'This man is too strong for me to fight. Now I’ve got to let go of this matter for now. When I’m stronger, I’m definitely going to visit your Golden Sky Clan!' Zheng-Fu sensed that he could not fight this middle-aged man. If the middle-aged man had wanted to defeat him, Zheng-Fu wouldn’t have survived today.