In the eyes of others, the North African Fang Guild might seem a colossal entity, but in Ning Fan's view, compared to his own Phantom Guild, they still fell short.
Offending the Fang Guild?
Ning Fan would have rather said that it was they, the Fang Guild, who had offended him.
The Genetic Potion was incredibly important to Xu Ruolan, and among those who had successfully developed it, Ning Fan had also played a part.
The Fang Guild actually set their sights on the Genetic Potion; they were practically asking for trouble.
"Woman, my patience has its limits, you'd better keep honest, or else, I won't need you anymore!"
Ning Fan warned coldly.
The reason he toyed with this woman, without killing her, was not on a whim, but rather intentional.
"Right, shut your mouth, just listen to what I have to say."
Perhaps sensing Ning Fan's murderous aura, the woman clamped her mouth shut, but she still glared at Ning Fan unwillingly.
