With swift steps, he flashed behind the little boy and seized Duan Xiaowu's tiny hand, which was on his back. Then he lifted Duan Xiaowu up and brought him to Mi Cai's side.
"Kid, you... damn sneaky, if you've got the guts, let go of me and let's have a fair fight," Duan Xiaowu raged when Zhu Bufan twisted his arm like twisting a chicken's.
Actually! If Zhu Bufan had a direct confrontation with Duan Xiaowu, it would have taken a lot of effort, but who would have thought this kid was lecherous? Covetous of his own wife. And just like that, Zhu Bufan captured him.
Duan Xiaowu struggled desperately to break free from Zhu Bufan's grip, but Zhu Bufan held on tight, not letting him escape.
Zhu Bufan was surprised at how strong the kid, Duan Xiaowu, really was. He almost failed to grasp him, nearly letting him escape. If it weren't for the spiritual power he concentrated in his hands, perhaps he would have broken free.
