"Ah! I, the Young City Lord, will exterminate your Nine Clans, you useless trash! I should have killed all your families back then!" Leng Feng roared like a crazed beast, his face contorted with fury, as he bellowed behind him.
He then suddenly turned back, facing the approaching blood-colored flame, hurriedly leapt from his unicorn, and "thud" knelt on the ground, continuously bashing his forehead against the floor. "I was wrong! Please forgive me! Don't kill me! I was wrong!" His forehead was immediately stained red with blood.
This scene delighted Wang Yao, the fat man watching from behind; this brute had beaten his son to a breath away from death just because his son had glanced at his woman. And just a moment ago, he had sent men to beat him half to death—now this brute was meeting his fate!
In an instant, Wang Yao was overwhelmed with emotion; he never imagined that the man who had driven him to this extremity would be the one to vent his pent-up frustration.
