Feng Beichuan paid no mind, and two bodyguards stepped turned to look at Sword Three with tightened fists. They called out coldly: "Fuck off!"
Sword Three ignored them, and sped up.
"Dad, he is rushing over?" Feng Huo looked at the aggressive Sword Three and frowned.
"It's fine. They don't dare cause any trouble, ignore him." Feng Beichuan waved his hand dismissively.
"Pow!"
But as soon as he finished his sentence, he was hit by a heavy charge, and Feng Beichuan staggered, almost falling to the ground.
"Dad!" Feng Huo cried out in shock, hurriedly grabbing his father. He turned around to see what had happened.
"Pow!" Another heavy sound filled the air, and Feng Huo watched in shock as the two burly bodyguards fell to the ground next to his father.
"Asshole! Are you courting death? Do you know who I am?" Feng Beichuan stood, jabbed a finger at Sword Three, and yelled angrily.