Xiao Tianlong looked at the knife-wielding thugs beside him, each one with a fierce gleam in their eyes, and couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.
"Ye Ling, I truly don't know how you should die. Tell me, how would you like to die? I might even be kind enough to grant your wish."
With these words, Xiao Tianlong walked towards Ye Ling, having already forgotten about the deaths of his own companions.
His dozens of knife-wielding thugs also brazenly followed. After all, Xiao Tianlong was the most powerful of the younger generation in the entire northwest, of course, that's referring to the underworld.
Watching Xiao Tianlong approach, Ye Ling remained seated, leisurely eating roasted lamb, showing not a hint of panic or concern.
This indifference infuriated Xiao Tianlong. So Ye Ling, you don't take me, Xiao Tianlong, seriously at all, he thought angrily, deeming this a blatant disregard for his presence.
