Ling Fan sensed in his Divine Sense that the people had already taken their positions according to his instructions and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Tang Tiancheng and the majority of the bodyguards were focusing all their attention on Ling Fan. Among the people on stage, only Ling Fan held the highest status, and naturally, every move he made was scrutinized the most.
"Damn it, martial artists who have died at my hands are too many to count, I've never seen anyone as pretentious as you, taking out my men before the gunfire even begins. You're really not afraid of the wind cutting your tongue."
Wang Shang, the leader of the bodyguards, barked with a sideways scowl.
"Holy shit, this bragging is unprecedented; does he mean he can take down these hundreds of people in seconds?" Someone below immediately scoffed.
Even bragging should be somewhat realistic, Ling Fan's words made many people sneer internally.
