"Who?"
Suddenly hearing a stranger's voice, Fan Gang was startled, and his face changed dramatically!
"Third Young Master, I'm sorry!"
Old Ding clenched his teeth, stepping aside with his burly body.
Behind Ding Yunlong, there unexpectedly sat another person.
Seeing this person, Fan Gang's face was filled with terror.
It was Tang Yi sitting on a chair, holding in his hand Old Ding's Husa Knife.
At this moment, his eyes slightly narrowed, he looked down on Fan Gang with amusement.
"Old Ding, you bastard, how dare you betray me!" Suddenly realizing something, Fan Gang hastily backed away.
Old Ding clenched his teeth, finally sighing and said, "Third Young Master, I did my best. But, I was simply no match."
Thinking back to when he had deployed the Mu Family Swordsmanship, he had thought victory was certain, yet even the knife in his hand was snatched away without him understanding how.
Because Ding Yunlong hadn't had the chance to see clearly how Tang Yi had made his move.
