Kneel down?
For a young man like Wu Fan, it was undoubtedly a huge humiliation, and with his extraordinary family background, even in the Imperial Capital, among the profound depth of the Forty-Nine City, there were very few who dared to touch him.
"Remember! My name is Wu Fan! If you touch me, I'll have your entire family eradicated!"
Wu Fan, clenching his teeth in defiance, was determined to be the next top young master. How could he allow himself to fall before achieving success? He absolutely could not tolerate it.
Ye Ling nodded, then suddenly pressed the trigger. With a "snap," the bullet whistled out, piercing directly through Wu Fan's kneecap.
Wu Fan's eyes widened, still unable to believe that Ye Ling dared to shoot someone, especially after he had invoked the name of his grandfather. How could Ye Ling still dare to shoot!
Only when Wu Fan felt the excruciating pain in his knee did he come to his senses, wailing in agony as he knelt on the ground, utterly dejected.
