After a crisp explosion sound, scattered shards of porcelain shot out like countless pieces of iron, crackling towards Fan Zixi's body. Although the force was deliberately controlled, the continuous impact embedded the shards into his skin and flesh, as if his body was being continuously attacked by fists. He kept retreating until he tripped over a waist-high railing, but didn't fall down.
"Ah!"
Even though the second floor wasn't high, people who hadn't witnessed this kind of situation would usually panic immediately. In this case, a woman screamed and retreated, trying to escape. A man quickly stepped forward two steps. He wanted to grab Fan Zixi's hand to save him, but after only two steps, he saw a big man jump down from below, with Fan Zixi falling onto the balcony.
Ye Fengsheng retracted his palm that had just thrown a teacup, gently raised an eyebrow, speechless, and the big man turned to see Fan Zixi's blood dripping from the front.
