"Ye Qiu, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"
Zhi Cheng was scared to death, his soul almost flying away, looking at Ye Qiu with a mournful face, retreating repeatedly.
Bang!
Without any nonsense, Ye Qiu instantly flashed over and delivered a fierce punch to Zhi Cheng's chest.
Crack! Crack!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of cracking, Zhi Cheng's ribs broke inch by inch, blood sprayed from his mouth, and his whole body flew back more than ten meters before falling heavily to the ground!
With just one punch, Zhi Cheng was left pale-faced, and his breathing became extremely weak.
"Yan Hua, save me..."
In despair, Zhi Cheng reached out to Yan Hua, eyes filled with regret and a longing for life.
Now, he could only hope for a miracle from Yan Hua!
However, before Yan Hua could react, Ye Qiu was already close to him!
With a thud, the massive fist, like a sledgehammer, slammed into Yan Hua's face!
