Seeing Deacon Zhikong’s expression change, Yao Yuanzhou didn’t immediately understand what was happening.
But when he saw Zhikong’s lecherous hands reaching toward Yao Yunxi on the bed, he reacted instantly.
“Stop it! Don’t touch her!”
Yao Yuanzhou erupted in fury, fists clenched, charging at Zhikong as if ready to fight to the death.
At eighteen or nineteen, his impulsive rage was like that of a wild calf, unstoppable by anyone.
Unfortunately, Deacon Zhikong was no ordinary man.
Seeing Yao Yuanzhou barreling toward him, he let out a cold snort.
Then, gathering true qi in his palm, he pressed it against Yao Yuanzhou’s head as he rushed in.
No matter how much Yao Yuanzhou struggled in anger, he was pinned in place, unable to move an inch!
With a flick of his hand, Zhikong sent Yao Yuanzhou flying, his back crashing into the glass window of the house.
Crash!
Glass shards scattered everywhere, and Yao Yuanzhou collapsed in a pool of blood.
For Deacon Zhikong, this outcome was entirely expected.
After dealing with him, Zhikong turned back toward Yao Yunxi with that same lecherous gaze, about to make his move, when Yao Yuanzhou roared again.
“Stop, you filthy beast!”
Zhikong, who’d intended to ignore him, glanced back instinctively, only to notice something odd.
The helmet on Yao Yuanzhou’s head had fallen off during the scuffle, revealing a bright red handprint on his exposed face.
Ever cautious by nature, Zhikong’s eyes narrowed as he demanded, “What’s with that mark on your face?”
By then, though the anomaly had sparked some suspicion in Zhikong’s mind, it was clearly too late.
Before his words fully landed, a commanding voice rang out from the doorway, and Xu Fei stepped inside.
“It was me. If you’re smart, you’ll get off that bed right now, or I won’t mind cleaning you up on behalf of the Red Buddha Society!”
As Xu Fei strode into the room, Deacon Zhikong’s face paled in shock.
“How is this possible? I scanned the place with true qi when I arrived, there shouldn’t be anyone else here!”
Xu Fei responded coldly, “To detect my presence, your true qi would need to far surpass mine. It seems you’re not quite there yet!”
At that moment, Zhikong spotted the silver needle hovering in Xu Fei’s palm.
His heart sank as realization hit him.
“Silver needle? You… you’re that Xu Fei, the one wanted by our Red Buddha Society!”
The corner of Xu Fei’s mouth lifted slightly, and his hand moved like lightning.
“Oh, really? In that case, let’s see what the Red Buddha Society’s got to back up their internal warrant on me!”
Zhikong’s reaction wasn’t slow either, his skin turning red as the power in his body surged.
