Upon hearing the man’s words, the middle-aged man quickly withdrew his palm.
Another elder hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully bowed, "Young Master, your subordinate admits his guilt."
"What good does admitting guilt do?" Hearing this, the man disdainfully swept his gaze over the middle-aged man and the elder, then indifferently said, "However, this time I must thank you two brothers for lending me a hand. How about this, I'll have the young lady give each of you a million later, as thanks."
Upon hearing the man’s words, Zhou Yan and the elder’s faces lit up with joy.
Although they knew they had made a grave mistake this time, they were still very willing if they could receive the young master's forgiveness. They knew very well that offending a powerful young master would not lead to good days for them.
"Thank you, Young Master."
"The Young Master is wise."
Upon hearing that Zhou Yan was willing to reward them with money, the middle-aged man and the elder’s faces immediately showed ecstatic joy.
"Haha, good, very good!"
Zhou Yan let out a loud laugh, then turned his gaze towards the middle-aged man lying on the ground, his eyes flashing with a chilling murderous intent, "Since that's the case, let's deal with you first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yan’s right leg suddenly kicked out, directly aiming at the middle-aged man’s position and stomping down fiercely. A terrifying gust of wind emanated from the sole of his foot, causing the surrounding onlookers to tremble involuntarily.
Seeing Zhou Yan's fierce and sharp attack, everyone’s hearts couldn't help but cry out: It's over.
But just as everyone was certain that the middle-aged man was doomed, they saw the middle-aged man suddenly flip over, actually dodging Zhou Yan's sudden attack.
"What?"
Seeing this, Zhou Yan's expression turned grim because he hadn't expected this fellow to dodge.
However, he immediately snorted coldly, "Hmph, can you dodge? Get lost!"
As Zhou Yan's words fell, his foot once again stomped towards the middle-aged man, and this kick was three-tenths faster than the previous one, as if he wanted to completely crush the middle-aged man.
Facing Zhou Yan's attack, the middle-aged man couldn't help but turn pale.
Because he knew that he absolutely could not escape today. After all, the opponent's attack power was too formidable, and with his current strength, he could not resist it at all.
However, at this critical moment, the middle-aged man abruptly extended his left hand and grabbed the leather boot on Zhou Yan's foot.
"Ah!"
A sharp scream immediately rang out. Blood gushed from Zhou Yan's left ankle.
"Seeking death!"
Zhou Yan's face turned grim. He hadn't expected the other party to dare to grab his foot with his hand, and moreover, it was when his offensive was at its fiercest.
Without hesitation, he stomped both feet and was about to withdraw his foot. But at this moment, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and stubbornly held onto Zhou Yan's left foot.
As Zhou Yan struggled, his foot gradually pulled away and finally landed on the ground.
"You... what do you want to do?"
Looking at the middle-aged man's actions, Zhou Yan's expression became extremely unpleasant, clearly very dissatisfied with the middle-aged man's behavior.
"I... I have no ill intentions, I just want to ask the Young Master for a favor," the middle-aged man said somewhat unnaturally.
Hearing this, Zhou Yan snorted coldly, then indifferently said, "A favor?"
"Yes, Young Master, please let us two go. We were just acting under orders," the middle-aged man said anxiously.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan's expression became even more grim, "Acting under orders? Hmph, whose orders?"
"This..."
Facing Zhou Yan's interrogation, the middle-aged man stammered. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master, it's better if we don't talk about this, it won't do us any good."
"Do you think I'll believe your nonsense?"
"I really didn't lie to you."
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zhou Yan couldn't help but sneer, "Hmph, it seems this matter has quite a background, otherwise you wouldn't be so wary."
After speaking, Zhou Yan ignored the middle-aged man's obstruction and walked directly in front of the middle-aged man being suppressed by the guard, his eyes filled with coldness and mockery, "Speak, who sent you?"
"No matter who sent you, I will not spare you today!" Zhou Yan shouted word by word.
Hearing Zhou Yan's shout, the guard was startled, but he quickly calmed down. His eyes fixed on Zhou Yan, and he said coldly, "Hmph, you want to kill me? Then give it a try!"
"How dare you!" Zhou Yan was so angry he almost laughed. He then clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it towards the guard's forehead.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the guard fell straight to the ground, spitting blood.
"This is the third warning, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!" Zhou Yan's gaze turned sinister.
Seeing the guard defeated like trash by Zhou Yan with no effort, the onlookers couldn't help but gasp in shock.
This young master of the Zhou family, though seemingly ordinary, was unexpectedly so brutal.
"Heh heh, it seems this matter is not as simple as I imagined."
"That middle-aged man doesn't seem to be an ordinary warrior, does he?"
"Yes, if he could contend with that guard based solely on his cultivation aptitude and physique, wouldn't his strength be many times greater than ours?"
"Indeed, but what should we do now?"
Looking at the middle-aged man, the onlookers became somewhat flustered.
After all, none of them had expected that this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man possessed such formidable combat power. If such an existence were not eliminated, it would be a great hidden danger.
"Hmph, you want to kill me? I think you're tired of living!"
Hearing the discussions, the middle-aged man's face turned red. He then charged directly at Zhou Yan, intending to eliminate the latter.
"Hmph, ignorant fool!"
Zhou Yan snorted coldly and sneered disdainfully. Then, he stomped his right foot fiercely and shot out.
Bang bang bang!
Seeing Zhou Yan actively attack him, the middle-aged man quickly swung his arms to block, but he was no match for Zhou Yan. In an instant, he was sent flying and fell to the ground.
Pfft~
Blood spurted from the middle-aged man's mouth, dyeing his robes red, making him look extremely disheveled.