The once luxurious Chinese restaurant had suddenly become a battlefield, and the fight between Ning Fan and Teng Zhong and his three comrades was more than this place could bear.
It was as if a demolition crew had passed through, with every room's walls breached, leaving total disarray. It seemed the restaurant was about to turn into a pile of ruins.
"This guy is a monster, isn't he!"
The four still standing simultaneously had this thought.
No matter how many times they repelled Ning Fan, it was only temporary; before long, Ning Fan would appear before them again.
After a battle, both Ning Fan and Teng Zhong's group inevitably sustained several injuries.
Standing in what resembled the wake of a tornado, Ning Fan looked a complete mess, covered in dust, with his clothes torn in several places.
"Teng Zhong, are you all alright!"
From a distance, Teng Feiyue's voice rang out, entering the ears of the few, accompanied by footsteps—Teng Feiyue was walking towards them.
