"Uncle Lu..."
Tofu's face showed an expression of surprise and joy.
"Tofu, are you okay?"
Lu Yan asked.
"Uncle Lu, I'm fine. But, it seems like my dad's leg was broken. Can he still walk in the future?"
Tofu expressed worriedly, choking up as he spoke his fears, tears swirling in his eye sockets.
"Did he do it?"
Lu Yan pointed to the stout man.
Tofu nodded vigorously.
At this moment, the stout man had recovered from his shock, and a glint of fear passed through his eyes as he looked at Lu Yan.
Obviously, Lu Yan's strength was far superior to his own.
However, when he saw the two muscular men in purple shirts with a sword pattern sewn on their cuffs and collars standing nearby, he immediately regained his courage.
Just now, Lu Yan had noticed these two and hence, had only slapped and admonished the stout man instead of dealing a heavy blow.
Martial Hunters!