Just so.
Lin Tian didn't even glance at Shen Junlou, nor did he pay attention to his words. His eyes, full of murderous intent, stayed fixed on Fang Yuanshan.
"Fang Yuanshan, right now, I give you a chance, come over here, kneel down, and tell me who put you up to this, and I'll let you keep an extra hand and foot!"
Looking at Fang Yuanshan, who had half his face swollen from a slap by Scar, Lin Tian remained calm, but his words carried an undeniable chill.
Yet, Shen Junlou, ignored on the side, had his face replaced by endless rage.
In the past, in the area of Changling, many people who heard his name approached with respect and fear.
The person before him, however, completely disregarded his presence.
"Waste, you're courting death!"
