The gorilla's fist was about to make contact with Xiao Yan's head. Only one hit would crack his head open and leave him without an intact corpse.
Boom!
An enormous force emitted from the gorilla's fist and sent dust flying in the air, causing people to choke nonstop.
Song Mu and the other's eyes were filled with despair. Before Xiao Yan's father passed away, they all promised him to take care of Xiao Yan. They did not expect to have Xiao Yan encounter danger in front of them.
"Tian Feng, Song Mu, look!" Xiao Xi's pupils dilated as she intently watched the dust clear.
A fist several times smaller than the gorilla's steel-like arm was blocking it. It was a battered but still sharply-dressed man. No matter how muscled he was, he was still distinctly smaller than the gorilla.
"Hahaha." Delicate laughter was heard from a tree, closely followed by a flaming little girl jumping down.
