C475 The Storm

In front of the door of the Ilholon Teahouse, a waiter was lying on the ground with his left arm bent at a 90-degree angle. Blood was dripping from his body. A pot of hot tea was splashed on his body. He was screaming in pain. A guy wearing a green robe curled his lips in disdain and was about to kick him again.

Chu Haoyun's eyes turned cold. His body flashed and pulled the waiter away