He Chuan knelt on the ground, stupefied, his mind in chaos. Just now he had made his extraordinary background quite clear.
But the other party didn't even bother to ask who he was and directly crippled his arms. Humiliation, an immense humiliation.
He Chuan glared at Ling Fan with bloodshot eyes and said fiercely, "You... you didn't even ask who I am before you dared to lay a hand on me?"
Ling Fan frowned, thinking this idiot was too full of himself.
"Who do you think you are to deserve my attention? Keep squawking, and you can shut up forever!" Ling Fan snorted coldly, ignoring He Chuan's resentful gaze, and walked straight onto the stage.
The crowd below almost bit their tongues off; the events unfolding before them didn't give them a chance to react!
"Damn it, wasn't this guy supposed to compromise or be terrified? He didn't even think twice before crippling someone who had announced their identity and shown their impressive background?" The audience was going crazy.
