By the time Xiang Yinglong was helped up from the ground by the Martial Pavilion people, his entire body was riddled with holes.
But strangely, all the wounds had avoided vitals.
Clearly, Zhou Yu had no intention of killing Xiang Yinglong.
At this moment, Yao Pingsheng also woke up from his coma, and after chasing out, he was shocked to see the courtyard of the Martial Pavilion headquarters in complete disarray.
He hurriedly rushed into the middle of the crowd, coming to Xiang Yinglong's side.
"Director... you..."
"Are you alright?"
Yao Pingsheng looked at the bloodied Xiang Yinglong, his voice trembling as he spoke.
At this moment, Xiang Yinglong's eyes were filled with blood-red fury.
This battle not only cost him his dignity but also allowed Zhou Yu to escape.
He was now ninety percent certain that Hou Guangshou's disappearance must be related to Zhou Yu.
He had to quickly eliminate this menace, or otherwise, great disaster awaited him.
Xiang Yinglong shouted in anger:
