Xu Fan looked at the noisy crowd, his lips curling into a cold sneer.
Xu Yixue and Lu Chennong also stood up at this moment, flanking him on the left and right, shielding him in the center.
Although they didn't speak, their intentions were clear without words.
Xu Qiyin stood on the stage; his face's hypocritical smile turned into a bloodthirsty one, a chill flashed in his eyes, and his hands trembling slightly behind his back as veins bulged on his arms.
Xu Qiyin hated Xu Fan to his core, wishing he could flay his skin and drink his blood.
If it weren't for Xu Fan, his father wouldn't have died, his family wouldn't have been destroyed, and all this was caused by him!
He was determined to make Xu Fan pay with his blood for his debts!
The trials of this period had matured him a lot.
If it had been in the past, he would have gone mad at the first sight of Xu Fan.
But now, he could stand on the stage with a continuous cold laugh.
