In the room, Ning Fan furrowed his brows, dialing the phone with a gloomy face.
The fake Nangong Fu even dared to call him, and even knew his identity, with a very arrogant tone.
"You want to play with me, to play with your life, do you have enough lives to spare?"
"Asura, I am not easily bluffed, you should know very well how this game is played, you disrupted our Fang Guild's plans, there is a price to be paid!"
On the phone, the fake Nangong Fu's voice was equally cold and emotionless.
But Nangong Fu's words amused Ning Fan, who couldn't help but laugh, "It seems the boss of Fang Guild hasn't properly schooled you. You want me to pay a price? Isn't it clear enough what happens to those who offend me, Asura? Have you forgotten so quickly what happened to the Yun Ci Guild?"
Previously, the Yun Ci Guild had offended Ning Fan, only to be thoroughly rooted up by Ning Fan himself, then disbanded and divided among various overseas forces.
