So, he turned his gaze to the bearded An Hu again, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and said in a sarcastic tone, "An Hu, even though you've injured one hand, crippling Fang Han should still be a piece of cake for you, right? You'll have to pick up the face you just lost yourself!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Qian, I'll cripple this kid right away and teach him the lesson of offending you!"
An Hu, with a gritting beard, nodded fiercely. He endured the excruciating pain in his palm and forcefully pulled the chopstick out of his hand.
Blood gushed out of the wound instantly, but he didn't even flinch. He quickly used his other hand to seal the acupoints around his palm, which immediately reduced the amount of bleeding.
Without pausing for a moment, he clenched his uninjured hand into a fist and, with a fierce aura, threw a punch directly at Fang Han.
He was a mid-level martial artist, and when he threw a punch in anger, the wind howled and the sound of the explosion shook the surrounding tables and chairs slightly. The power of the punch was truly considerable.
"Fang Han, move aside, I'll handle this!"
Seeing this, Ma Kun was shocked and shouted, trying to rush in front of Fang Han to block the fierce punch from the bearded An Hu.
But before he could reach Fang Han, an invisible force blocked him, and then he was pulled to the side by this invisible force.
However, just as Ma Kun finished speaking, without knowing what had happened, "whoosh!" another chopstick flew like lightning and shot towards the bearded An Hu.
This time, the bearded man was shot in the wrist. The chopstick was like an extremely sharp arrow, piercing through his wrist with lightning speed.
Blood gushed out instantly from the wound, staining the surrounding ground crimson.
"Who? Who is it?"
Big Beard An Hu let out another shrill scream. He clutched his injured wrist with both hands, his body trembling uncontrollably. His eyes were filled with terror and confusion, yet he had no idea who had shot the chopstick at him.
He still didn't suspect Fang Han. In his eyes, Fang Han was just a useless piece of trash who couldn't even kill a chicken. How could he possibly have such abilities?
"Who dares to go against me, Qian Shao? Step forward!"
Qian Siyu also roared.
But all he got in response was a constant whooshing sound!
Several chopsticks shot over again like arrows, piercing through both of An Hu's legs.
At this point, the bearded An Hu could no longer stand and knelt directly in front of Fang Han.
This scene stunned everyone.
"If everyone works together, I really don't believe in bad luck."
Qian Siyu was furious.
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