Yao Fugui struggled fiercely, but it was to no avail.
Especially since it was pouring rain, the rainwater hitting his face and pouring into his nostrils made him extremely uncomfortable.
Yin Tian, with one arm, hoisted Yao Fugui above his head and sneered at him, "Relying on others to protect your life? How could someone like you become the head of an Inner City family?"
Members of the Yao Family glared at Yin Tian with anger, yet they didn't dare to make a move.
After all, Yao Fugui was in Yin Tian's hands; they hesitated, fearing to take action.
Yao Fugui's struggle became weaker and weaker, the strong sensation of suffocation even made him forget to think.
Finally, Yin Tian loosened his grip, and Yao Fugui's body heavily crashed into the mud beneath him.
He covered his throat with both hands, his face pale and heart racing, looking as if he had just returned from the brink of death.
"Ridiculous."
Yin Tian crossed his arms and looked down at Yao Fugui with disdain.
