"Ahhh!" Zhao Wu let out a pained scream.
'Is this… A show as well?'
That was the thought that surfaced in the crowd's mind when they saw Fu Zhi smash her fist into Zhao Wu's nose.
However, they could feel the man's pain judging from the speed and strength of Fu Zhi's punch.
The people who bet on Fu Zhi heaved out a sigh of relief.
In the meantime, Fu Zhi lowered her head and looked at the man under her. "Do you know what you did wrong?"
"F*ck you!"
Thump!
Fu Zhi kicked him again.
"F*ck!" Zhao Wu cursed aloud. "Stop it now, you mad woman! If you don't stop now, I'll definitely hit them when I get back later!"
"Hit them?" Fu Zhi picked the man up and sent a punch into his face, sending him flying into the air and falling onto the ground with a meaty smack, his face turning pale in pain.
"Do you think I'll give you the chance to do that?" Fu Zhi approached him and asked.
