"You!"
The middle-aged man was suddenly stunned.
His hard fist was stopped by just one finger from Ye Xuan.
Not only that.
The pain in his wrist became even more intense.
It felt like he punched a wall and the force rebounded, injuring his wrist bone.
He widened his eyes and stared coldly at the young man before him, muttering, "How is this possible?"
"Heh,"
Ye Xuan gave a faint smile.
He ignored the middle-aged man's surprise.
After all, the strength in that one finger was only a tenth of his power, not worth his attention.
"Hmph, second brother, step aside. Let me shoot him!"
At this moment, another middle-aged man supporting the elder pulled out a pistol, aimed its dark muzzle at Ye Xuan's head, and said coldly.
"Stop this at once."
Suddenly, the previously silent Cai Hengtian stepped in and shouted sternly.
"Father?"
The two middle-aged men were immediately taken aback, their eyes full of confusion as they looked at Cai Hengtian.
