"Brother Feng Lin, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Long Tian'ao feigned a puzzled expression.
"Not admitting it? No matter, I don't care since the Jiang Family is almost wiped out."
Feng Lin whispered in Long Tian'ao's ear, "We went there under the Dragon Family's name, I am very much looking forward to Ye Tianzi's reaction."
Long Tian'ao showed a smile, "Our Dragon Family, after all, is quite confident in its own strength."
"Is that so? But you've drunk piss."
Feng Lin's voice rose accordingly.
The crowd watching from afar suddenly turned their gaze toward them.
What?
The mighty son of the Dragon Family, he actually drank that sort of thing?
"What nonsense are you spouting? Do you know the consequences of insulting me?"
Long Tian'ao's face turned increasingly grim.
He hadn't expected that Feng Lin, this guy, was not dead.
And now the Jiang Family was being slaughtered to bits and pieces.
