It was originally an evenly matched battle, the outcome difficult to discern.
Who could have imagined such a sudden turn of events!
Wang Zhan seemed to have become a balloon adrift in the dark night, and Uncle 17 of the Xu Family was naturally the instigator who had sent the balloon flying.
He watched as the punch landed on Wang Zhan's stomach, like a ferocious beast striking with unstoppable force. Not only the children on the rooftop, but even Yang Zecheng and his companion's expressions changed.
"Young Master, it seems Wang Zhan has lost. Shall we still make a move?"
If they intervened, the favor owed would be too small. If they didn't, Wang Zhan might be done for.
