Han Sen saw a big hole in the side of his house, and an old man anxiously pushing Bao'er's head into a suitcase.
Bao'er herself was holding onto Littleflower, whose face was flushed the color red as if he'd been bleeding.
"What... are... you... doing?" Han Sen looked at the man with such anger, he hissed the words through clenched teeth. He swiftly looked like a demon that had emerged from the fiery pits of hell.
Tang Rubei stayed where he was, but turned to look at Han Sen. He jumped up and said, "Please, don't! Let me explain. This isn't how it looks!"
"Dad, he is a thief! He wants to take Littleflower away," Bao'er proclaimed loudly.
"You can explain in hell!" Han Sen's power erupted like a volcano, as he leaped forward to deliver the man a flurry of punches.
Katcha! Katcha! Argh!
Tang Rubei was suspended in mid-air, as a geyser of punches sprayed him from above and below like heavy rain.