"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Divine Doctor Su, I think, there must be some misunderstanding between us..."
As he sat paralyzed on the ground, Zhao Wei looked up at Su Fan with fear filling his timid eyes.
More than fifty strong men attacking one person, yet to be beaten so severely; in his many years wandering through the underworld of Yang City, Zhao Wei had never encountered such a situation. Had he not seen it with his own eyes and experienced it personally, he would never have believed it.
He wanted to flee, but facing Su Fan's imposing aura, he didn't even have the courage to run.
"Misunderstanding?"
Su Fan looked at Zhao Wei, his eyes growing increasingly cold and severe.
"I spared you, yet you brought so many men to attack me, aiming for my life right from the start, and now, you call it a misunderstanding, expecting me to act as if nothing has happened. Do you think I am someone easily bullied?"
