Ye Ling's dominance instantly silenced the bustling gym; everyone felt a jolt of fear.
Too arrogant, too presumptuous, right?
Jiang Xiaobai was one of the Four Young Masters, after all, and that title carried a lot of weight—so much so that many people dared not confront him directly.
The old man of the Jiang Family, who had traversed snowy mountains and vast grasslands, was one of the few remaining eminent elders in Huaxia. He had once been a commanding figure, and although he was now seriously ill in bed,
the old tiger still had his might. Nobody dared to touch the Jiang's while the elder was alive, for to do so would mean opposing the Jiang Family and its direct supporters.
Yet Ye Ling shattered this unspoken rule: "I don't want your money; I want your fingers!"
"We should take this upstairs," said Mo Siqing, noticing the significant disruption, and so she invited Ye Ling and the others to a private room on the second floor, while the boxing matches below continued as usual.
