Wang Changge listened to the greeting from Xiang Mantang, looked at the ten severed fingers on the ground, a pool of bloodstains, and his son writhing in uncontrollable convulsions. Far from anger or vital energy surging in his heart, a bone-chilling fear instead crept over him.
"You, you, you..."
He lifted a hand pointing at Xiang Mantang, his face wearing an expression of sheer terror. Yet, because he was afraid of Xiang Mantang, he had to force a smile, which only made his expression more sinister.
Xiang Mantang glanced down at Young Master Wang and then looked up at Wang Changge with a smile, "What's the matter? You arrived quite promptly. I haven't even chopped off his toes yet, don't worry..."
"Dragon King, what do you mean by this?!"
