Hu Zilong's arms were limp, and his face looked at Zhou Yu with hatred.
"Grandpa, this is Zhou Yu, he's the one who crippled my arms."
Hu Pingchang's face darkened as he approached the doorway and looked at Zhou Yu.
"Boy, you crippled my grandson's arms, today, I will not let you off …"
Before he could finish his sentence, Mr. Fang interrupted him.
Mr. Fang showed an expression of surprise.
"I didn't expect you to be an innate master!"
"To reach such a level at such a young age, impressive indeed."
Hearing this, Hu Pingchang was shocked.
"Mr. Fang, are you saying this kid is an innate master?"
Mr. Fang nodded.
"Correct."
Then, he turned to Zhou Yu and arrogantly said,
"Tell me, who is your master? If I know them, perhaps I can spare you once."
Zhou Yu said indifferently,
"Since you dared to come after me, it means you were prepared to die. A dead man need not know too much!"
"I also don't need a dead man to spare me!"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Fang's face darkened.