Bei Yong's complexion changed.
"What??"
"Zhou Yu?"
"Young Master Zhao, this is bad. It must be the ones I sent to capture Lin Luoluo; Zhou Yu has discovered them, and now he's come knocking on our door."
Zhao Songqing snorted coldly.
"To rely on a bunch of rubbish like you, who can't get anything done."
"Well, if he's courting death by coming here himself, then I'll personally take care of him."
"Let him in."
Bei Yong took a deep breath and gestured to his subordinates with a nod of his head.
Before long, Zhou Yu strode in.
Zhao Songqing looked at Zhou Yu with eyes full of contempt.
"So you're Zhou Yu?"
Zhou Yu frowned.
"And you are?"
"Capital City, Zhao Family, Zhao Songqing."
"Never heard of you."
Zhou Yu ignored Zhao Songqing entirely and turned to Bei Yong.
"You dared to lay a hand on my wife; it seems the lesson I gave you last time wasn't harsh enough."
Zhou Yu moved with a flash, appearing right in front of Bei Yong.
Slap!
A palm strike flew out.