Ling Fan saw yet another clown jump out to make trouble and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, turning his head coldly.
"Damn, the Tang Family is like a crouching tiger with no shortage of helpers!" Ling Fan cursed inwardly, his gaze coldly shifting toward the youth who entered the courtyard with an air of arrogance.
The young man walked in with his hands clasped behind his back, and upon seeing the scene within the villa, his eyelids twitched slightly. The disorder all over the courtyard and the corpses strewn across the ground clearly indicated that a fierce battle had occurred, and the result was obvious—the Tang Family had lost.
However, he did not take Ling Fan seriously at all. If the motley crew prepared by the Tang Family could so easily deal with the opponent, how would he, Qin He, be able to showcase his excellence?
"Elder Tang, what happened here?" Qin He ignored Ling Fan's existence and looked indifferently toward Tang Liang.
