"Boss, something's gone wrong!"
The underling had dialed Ning Fan's number, and without daring to ramble, he immediately shouted into the phone.
"What's the matter? Don't panic—tell me slowly!"
The other party's anxious tone made Ning Fan sense something was amiss. He tossed away his cigarette and asked in a deep voice.
...
Soon after understanding the situation, Ning Fan hung up the phone, snorted coldly, and strode forward.
Although the underling from Dragon Eagle Hall didn't know which group had ambushed their leader and cut off his ear,
Ning Fan had a quick thought and realized, this must be Long Tianze's doing!
The purpose was clearly to warn him not to interfere with the Genetic Potion anymore.
"Alright then, since you want to play, I'll play along. I just wonder whether you can handle the game, Long Tianze!"
A chill flickered in Ning Fan's eyes as he spoke coldly.
