Boom!!!
A loud noise came from upstairs, startling the drinkers on the third, second, and first floors, causing them to spill their drinks.
Then, two screams were heard, followed by a thud!
According to the laws of free fall, even though Bu Zhihuo Jingtian was much heavier than Cao Hongwen, the landing time was the same, so people only heard one "thud."
That's right,
The moment Wan Lei stepped upstairs, he saw the fiery rage in Sister Xiaoyu's eyes, and the lewd smiles of the two猥琐 uncles beside her.
He knew immediately what was going on. Thus, Young Master Lei, who had a very good temper, didn't curse, threaten, or point to the sky and shout about law and order.
He simply threw a punch, sending the two scumbags in front of him flying from the fourth floor to the outside.
The waiter standing at the door looked at the large hole torn open in the fourth floor and clicked his tongue, thinking that the owner would have to spend more money to patch the hole this time.
With that thought, the waiter felt the melon seeds in his hand become even sweeter.
Wan Lei leaped down from the fourth floor, arriving in front of the two lewd men. Fang Xiaoyu followed closely behind.
The surrounding guards, after a brief moment of stunned shock, quickly reacted and raised their swords to charge down.
The old man smiled, put down his wine cup, and extended his palm forward, unleashing a torrent of violent flames.
Then, the flames billowed out from the newly created hole. The waiter personally witnessed over twenty charred bodies fall to the ground, scattered and broken, even emitting the aroma of roasted meat.
The waiter immediately felt the melon seeds in his hand lose their flavor and crawled to the side, vomiting profusely.
Wan Lei's eyes were grim. From the few words exchanged by the two men, he had guessed that the fat man had set his sights on his wife, and the thin man became even more excited upon learning that his wife had a husband.
There was no need to ask further; they deserved to die.
No matter who they were.
Cao Hongwen did possess cultivation, so his physical condition was better. That punch had only caused his cultivation to fluctuate and sustained some injuries; the fall itself had not hurt him.
He was furious and had just stood up, about to berate Wan Lei to show him his prowess, but as he was about to speak, the twenty-odd bodies fell from the sky.
Although the bodies were charred beyond recognition, he could vaguely guess that they were the guards he and Bu Zhihuo Jingtian had brought.
He knew very well the strength of his guards.
How could the guards who protected him, the third head of the Cao family, on missions to other factions be weak?
Yet, such a formidable group had been reduced to charcoal mere seconds after he landed, without even the chance to resist.
How strong must the attacker be?
There were a total of three people on the other side, and two were here. Therefore, the attacker must be the old man above.
He had some understanding of his own strength, which was about the same as those guards.
Even though he was the third head of the Cao family, he had not ascended through strength but through his direct lineage and his own intelligence to secure his position.
To be precise, their Cao family was not known for its combat prowess. None of the four top experts were from their Cao family. While the other two heads were stronger than Cao Hongwen, they were not significantly so.
The reason the Cao family could establish itself in the world and share the northern lands with the beast race was due to their reputation, their subordinate experts, and their army.
The moment Cao Hongwen realized this, he understood that the three people before him were not individuals he could resist with force; he had to rely on his influence.
Thus, Cao Hongwen mustered his courage again, but he was no longer as imposing as when he first fell.
"Little thief, do you know..."
Before Cao Hongwen could finish speaking, his eyes widened, and his mouth fell open.
He saw the young man in front of him grab the hair of the nearly-dead fat man and swing him around.
Yes, Wan Lei found this fat man the most displeasing.
This fatty, looking at his wretched appearance, his age, the wobbling flesh whenever he walked, and his squinting eyes that were almost covered when he lewdly smiled.
This pig-like creature,
Dared to look at his Sister Xiaoyu with lustful eyes.
Did he want to die?!
Wan Lei, gripping Bu Zhihuo Jingtian's hair, swung him up and then slammed him heavily onto the ground.
Boom!!!
Wan Lei's strength, combined with the fat man's weight, struck the ground like an earthquake.
The fat man's bones were crushed by the impact and his own weight.
He couldn't even scream. His broken ribs pierced his lung alveoli, preventing him from breathing.
Wan Lei had always had a penchant for using people as hammers in combat, although he had mellowed out later and rarely used such brutal fighting methods.
But that didn't mean he wouldn't use them again.
Wan Lei swung left and right. The heavy fat man was as light as a feather in his hands. Each slam produced a thunderous sound.
Those "thudding" sounds struck people's hearts like a large drum.
The fat man had been smashed into an unrecognizable pulp. People could only see a mass of white flesh being flung around. From time to time, when it hit the ground, blood and chunks of flesh would fly out. The ground was again struck with a large pit, scattered with half an arm and some flesh and tissue.
This scene caused many curious drinkers who had come out to watch to vomit. The waiter, seeing the crowd vomiting, smiled knowingly.
It's better to vomit together than to vomit alone.
The old man, holding his wine cup, stumbled to the edge of the hole on the fourth floor and looked down. Then, he covered his face with his hand and sighed to the sky,
"Too brutal..."
Cao Hongwen was stunned. His old friend, who had just been engaging in polite conversation with him while plotting behind his back, was now being smashed into a pulp, bit by bit.
Even with his extensive experience and battlefield prowess, he found it difficult to accept this fact for a moment.
That was a person. Killing someone should be swift, how could it be so brutal?
Could such a death exist in the world?
Suddenly, Cao Hongwen felt his neck tighten, as if something was constricting it.
As he regained his senses, he quickly grabbed his neck. What his hand touched was a slippery, greasy rope.
Looking down, Cao Hongwen immediately threw up.
That was no rope, those were human intestines.
At this moment, the large fat man had been smashed into a pulp by Wan Lei, his body shattered, his internal organs and pieces of flesh scattered everywhere.
He dropped the head in his hand and, with a grim face, walked towards Cao Hongwen.
"You... do you know... do you know who I am..."
"You!
Don't you want to live?!"