Yuan Lang's body bristled.
He unconsciously stepped backward and hurriedly took out his cellphone to make an emergency call.
"Mr. Han, come save me quickly. I'm at the Jinyue Hotel casino on B2 and an Ancient Martial Artist is trying to kill me!"
"Yuan, don't panic, Uncle is coming right away!"
The familiar voice from the other end of the phone made Wu Xia frown unconsciously, shaking his head as he sighed, "It seems there is more trouble now!"
Believing he had intimidated Wu Xia, Yuan Lang suddenly felt more confident.
"Boy, since we are not on the same path, let's forget about today's matter, you may go now. Let's pretend we never met!"
Yuan Lang carelessly tossed the card back to Wu Xia, with a look of utter disdain.
"Heh!"
Wu Xia let out a cold laugh, not even bothering to catch the card, which fell to the ground, chilling the atmosphere a few degrees more.
