Within the vast Manor, a storm was brewing as bodyguards in black suits leaped out from all directions.
Surrounded as if by a thousand troops, Ning Fan stood in the middle, yet his expression remained unchanged, a hint of a light smile on his face as if fearing nothing before him.
Bei Lao, increasingly irritated by Ning Fan, could hardly wait to make his move against him, but just at that moment, the crowd parted to make way for Situ Yuanhua, who walked out leaning on his Dragon Head Cane.
The aura of a Superior, backed by hundreds of people, made Situ Yuanhua's presence imposing at that moment.
"Hold on,"
His gaze carried a trace of authority as Situ Yuanhua looked down imperiously at Ning Fan in the center.
Bei Lao snorted coldly and, due to Situ Yuanhua's arrival, could only stop there.
"You cur, you'll live a little longer!"
