"You've lost," Shen Fan said indifferently, his one arm holding that peculiar inkstone.
Huangfu Yunchuan's expression was ugly. He hadn't expected to lose, and to lose so thoroughly at that, not only was his life in his opponent's hands, but even his precious possession had fallen into the hands of the other.
This situation was almost exactly like what had just happened to Ying Xinghe.
What goes around, comes around, and retribution had come in the blink of an eye.
"Good! A beautiful victory!"
"So satisfying!"
"Let's see if this guy can still be arrogant now?"
"The people of the Seven Seas, nothing special after all!"
...
Inside Sea Moon City, everyone started cheering, all praising Shen Fan and also mocking Huangfu Yunchuan, who had been captured by Shen Fan.
Without saying a word, Huangfu Yunchuan clenched his fists, his face full of unwillingness.
"Young friend, let him go," Wang Qingsong spoke up, his expression also not looking great.
