Wu Gong's face darkened, mumbling to himself, not daring to voice his displeasures aloud.
People in the room were surprised.
After all, Wu Gong was a young master from their prestigious families, humbled by Yan Xi with two hefty slaps, and he didn't even have the breath to argue back.
The madness of Yan Xi was indeed as tyrannical as his title suggested.
Then, Yan Xi turned his head again, looking at He Menglang.
He Menglang, held by the men in black, trembled in fear, his face full of dread.
"Young Master Yan, I..."
He was about to explain, but Yan Xi cut him off.
"You dare to be arrogant under my eyelids? He Menglang, oh He Menglang, I don't want this, but how about disabling one of your hands, what do you say?"
He Menglang's face suddenly darkened, struggling fiercely, but was tightly grasped by the man in black, entirely unable to escape.
"Smack!"
One of the black-clothed men quickly pulled out a dagger, mercilessly advancing towards He Menglang.
