Facing Ling Fan's contempt and humiliation, Yuan Deyong's face instantly turned red, his breathing became rapid, but knowing that he was no match for Ling Fan, he could only swallow his anger bitterly.
"Binzhou Martial Association has quite the nerve, daring to gang up against Tian Yun. Your Yuan family with the 'A' grade must be the ringleader, you dog, who gave you the guts to mess with my people!" Ling Fan pointed at Yuan Deyong and cursed loudly.
The man he had just blown away had accidentally let slip some information while begging for mercy, and after a bit of thought, he understood the trickery involved. These idiots were simply too tired of living.
Yuan Deyong clenched his fists. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, after being humiliated over and over again, his old face had already turned the color of a pig's liver, and he couldn't bear it any longer.
