Before the shadowy figure could scream, Li Yuan lashed him again across the neck with a leg whip, sending him flying two or three meters before he landed unconscious.
Li Yuan moved his shoulders and twisted his neck, feeling his strength rapidly returning.
He suddenly bent over, lifting the shadowy figure with one hand, and charged forward like a ferocious beast, then opened the door and threw the figure directly outside.
He was careful not to kill him; after all, without the cleaver, the figure was just a "0-1," and he could control him.
Killing him outright would only cause more trouble.
Yan Niangzi then got up, quickly stuffed the lime bag into her waistband, grabbed her clothes-beating stick, slipped on her embroidered shoes, and followed behind her husband.
"Are you feeling bett
