Upon the Underground Emperor's command, his men immediately grabbed their weapons, readying for a fight.
"I'll give you one more chance; hand over Wesley, and we'll call it a day. If not..."
Before the Underground Emperor could finish his threat, the man in the wheelchair coldly spoke.
"Luo Qi, shut this annoying old man up!"
For a moment, Luo Qi appeared stupefied.
But he dared not disobey and reluctantly faced off with the Underground Emperor.
War was imminent. Yan Ling, unable to bear it any longer, rushed between the two men and yelled.
"Stop it, both of you!"
Seeing his benefactor angry, the Underground Emperor quickly said, "Wesley, are you being held hostage by him? Don't worry, you're my life savior. I won't let anyone bully you!"
Hearing these words, the man in the wheelchair turned pale as death. Through gritted teeth, he snarled, "Wesley, come here!"
