Dozens of black-clad experts surrounded Ning Fan, each with exceptional skills, not just ordinary brawny men. They were the elite of Fan Zhongliang's subordinates.
"Wuwuwu, husband, you must stand up for me!"
The bride buried her face in Fan Zhongliang's chest, and it was unclear whether she was really crying or faking it.
At this moment, Fan Zhongliang was also raging like a man who had just found out he had been cuckolded. He glared at Ning Fan, who remained calm, and roared, "Ning, I treated you like a brother, but you dare sleep with my wife! Today, I'll fight you to the death!"
As he spoke, the room's dozen or so black-clad experts showed a ferocious look, seemingly ready to move against Ning Fan.
"Fan Zhongliang, you blind man, what do you think you're doing?!"
The Eagle's voice came from behind, and he hurried in to protect Ning Fan.
After glancing at the situation in the room, The Eagle also roughly understood what had happened; Ning Fan had definitely been set up.
