"My people are untouchable, try and you'll pay a price!"
When Liu Wentian spoke those words, Feng Sima felt as if he'd been slapped across the face, a burning pain searing his cheeks.
Liu Wentian's words were not directed at Ronda; they were aimed at him, and how could he not hear it?
After the recent events, everyone here had realized that Li Kaishan was Liu Wentian's man, and Ronda was his. Despite it being a life-or-death combat competition, if Ronda had indeed been killed, it would have been a slap in his face!
He was the maker of the competition rules, and he was not on the same level as Liu Wentian. Now, he was determined to make Liu Wentian understand that.
This guy, skilled as he might be, was only fit to be a dog for someone of his caliber!
There was no need to talk rules and integrity with a dog.
Indeed, upon hearing his words, those present looked at him with awe and respect.
