Quartet?
Dark Night magnate Tang Yan's face underwent a drastic change. When the Thousand-Pound Fall pressed down upon him, it was already like an arrow strung on a bow, impossible not to release—
Boom!
The powerful Gang Qi formed four palm prints, directly bombarding Tang Yan's body.
Tang Yan was immediately sent flying backward—
Flying sand and stone, a fierce wind swept across the entire venue, forcing people to squint their eyes shut.
When everything quieted down.
Everyone opened their eyes and clearly saw the scene before them.
On the stage.
Fang Yu stood there safely and soundly, expression calm—
Opposite him, Tang Yan was propping himself up on the ground with one hand, with fresh blood running down his arm, flowing towards his wrist, slipping through his fingers, and winding its way onto the marble floor.
Sweat slid down from Tang Yan's face.
Drip.
Drip.
The whole place was as quiet as death.
