Never had the Radcliffe family expected their son-in-law, a loser in their eyes, to be the hidden Dragon Lord who had lived for myriads of years...
"Boss, he hit me! You gotta stand up for me!"
At this moment, the man sprawled on the ground let out a shout.
Screech!
Following the sound of urgent brakes, a Porsche halted in the middle of the road.
Three dominating vehicles followed closely behind.
After the cars stopped, quite a number of people got out of the Porsche and the imposing cars.
"Christopher Martin, who the hell beat you up like this?"
The owner of the Porsche was a thirty-something-year-old youth, with a crew cut, dark sunglasses, and a gold chain hanging around his neck.
The epitome of a "tuhao," or nouveau riche.
"It was him! I was recording a Crazy Sound with Everett, and this guy just took Everett away. I went to break up the fight, and now both my arms are so smashed up I can't move them."
Christopher Martin howled in pain, not forgetting to tattle in the process.
"Shit! Who the hell dares to touch my brother, grab your weapons!"