"It doesn't matter, bring as many as you like; I'll have to take care of Feng Xifan sooner or later anyway," Lu Ping said indifferently.
Ye Feixue was on the verge of tears, while Lu Ping remained calm as he faced the two-meter tall, muscle-bound behemoth. "Come on."
The man didn't waste words. With a loud shout, his fist, large as a cooking pot, ferociously headed straight for Lu Ping's face.
"Lu Ping, be careful!" Ye Feixue shouted, her face turning ashen.
But in the next second, Lu Ping's figure flashed, and somehow he ended up behind the burly man, then lightly patted his back.
Bang!
The man flew forward as if he'd been hit by a car speeding at a hundred yards, tumbling heavily to the ground.
"Wow!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out as the strong man tried to get up, only to discover in horror that it felt as though all his bones had shattered. Any movement caused him such pain that cold sweat poured out, and he was completely unable to move.
"Start the countdown..."