Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

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.

His own arm had the pure muscular strength of 5000 pounds, yet it was almost not enough to hold him back, which means Duan Xiaowu's pure strength must surpass 5000 pounds.

Damn! If this kid grows up, he could be a huge disaster!

In an instant, a flash of killing intent gleamed in Zhu Bufan's eyes. He was not merciful to his enemies, even if it was a child. Even with old people, Zhu Bufan would not let them off.

"Let me go!" Duan Xiaowu howled.

"Damn your cries, keep yelling," Zhu Bufan cursed.

He swung his free hand and slapped it on Duan Xiaowu's little head.

"Fuck, you dare hit me? I'll make you pay," the little brat Duan Xiaowu was enraged, struggling furiously.

But he couldn't see Zhu Bufan because Zhu Bufan was twisting his hand behind his back.

"Smack..." Another hit landed on the little brat Duan Xiaowu's head.

"Ending up in my hands, and you're still not behaving, you deserve a spanking," Zhu Bufan said.

As he spoke.

"Smack smack..." Two more hits landed on Duan Xiaowu's head.

This made Duan Xiaowu grind his teeth in anger.

"You little bastard, let me go if you dare," Duan Xiaowu cursed.

"Oh wow, kiddo, you really act like a grown-up," Zhu Bufan said.

Then he said, "I'll show you how to act, I'll show you."

"Smack..."

"Smack smack..."

"Smack smack smack..."

"Smack smack smack smack..."

Zhu Bufan furiously pummeled little brat Duan Xiaowu's head more than a dozen times.

"Wuwu, brother, please don't hit my head anymore, grandpa said that hitting the head too much will make me dumb, wuwu..." Duan Xiaowu finally couldn't bear Zhu Bufan's cruel methods and burst into tears.

After all, he's still just a teenager!

"Wuwu, at worst, I won't compete with you for a wife anymore! Brother, let me go! I'll tell my grandpa that I won't marry a witch, wuwu..." Duan Xiaowu cried aloud.

Zhu Bufan was stunned.

This kid really is a goofball.

Mi Cai was about to stop Zhu Bufan from hitting Duan Xiaowu's head, feeling sorry for the 7- or 8-year-old looking kid, which could appeal to some women's maternal instincts.

Now, however, the little boy had burst into tears.

"Zhu Bufan, maybe we should let him go!" Mi Cai tentatively suggested.

"Sister, you're so kind." Duan Xiaowu teared up as he looked at Mi Cai.

"Brother, I was wrong, can you please let me go?" Duan Xiaowu pleaded for mercy.

He was genuinely scared. What if Zhu Bufan kept hitting him without restraint and he really turned into an idiot? Although he harbored intense killing intent towards Zhu Bufan, he was in Zhu Bufan's clutches now and had no choice but to beg for mercy!

"Wife, don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing," Zhu Bufan said with a smile.

Mi Cai's cheeks flushed with anger as Zhu Bufan called her 'wife', and she scolded him:

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that willy-nilly?"

"Where am I calling you that willy-nilly? We're engaged today; you are my wife!" Zhu Bufan said with an innocent face.

"You..." Mi Cai was somewhat exasperated.

At this moment, while everyone else was fighting fiercely like fire, only Zhu Bufan was leisurely, teasing Mi Cai while holding onto the little brat Duan Xiaowu.

"Clang..." A sound rang out.

A figure landed not far from Zhu Bufan on a table.

The table instantly shattered to pieces.

The person climbed up from the wreckage of the shattered table, patted their hands, wiped the blood from the corner of their mouth, and strode healthy and vigorously back into the chaotic fray.

Zhu Bufan's face showed an awkward expression.

Because he saw the person was Xiao Ying.

At this time, the banquet hall on the third floor of the Emperor Hotel was a total mess, completely wrecked. From time to time, people were sent flying out.

"Little brat, is that dried-up old man your grandfather?" Zhu Bufan suddenly asked.

"Hmph!" Duan Xiaowu huffed, "Yes, that's my grandfather. Kid, I'm telling you, you'd better let me go right now. Otherwise, once my grandfather kills that old geezer, you'll be waiting for death!" Duan Xiaowu stopped crying and arrogantly raised his childlike voice.

"Slap slap..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Bufan slapped the top of his head hard twice.

"You..." Duan Xiaowu was incredibly angry.

"What 'you'? When I'm asking you a question, you just answer, what's with all that talk!" Zhu Bufan said.

Then another slap landed on Duan Xiaowu's head.

Thoroughly deflating Duan Xiaowu's spirit.

"Little brat, your grandfather holds a high status, right?" Zhu Bufan saw Duan Xiaowu had lost his spirit and then continued.

"Hmph! Of course, my grandfather has a high status. In the Demonized Organization, my grandfather..." Duan Xiaowu began.

"Smack..." Zhu Bufan gave him another knock on the head.

Duan Xiaowu was speechless, his eyes showing innocence.

"Alright, since your grandfather's identity is significant, then that makes things easy," Zhu Bufan said with a wicked grin at the corner of his mouth.

He then lifted Duan Xiaowu up and stood on top of a large table.

"Old man Duan, order your people to stop fighting immediately, or else I'll kill your grandson and leave you without an heir," Zhu Bufan shouted loudly, his voice echoing throughout the entire third-floor banquet hall of the Emperor Hotel.

The dried-up old man still locked in battle with Mi Tao was taken aback when he heard Zhu Bufan's words.

"Bang..."

The dried-up old man was then punched in the chest by Mi Tao.

Following that, the dried-up old man was seen retreating backwards.

"You..." The dried-up old man looked at Mi Tao with a surge of anger.