As soon as the fat man spoke, a hint of murderous intent appeared in Ye Haochuan's eyes.
Damn it, I originally didn't want to kill you, but now I have no choice!
Ye Haochuan thought to himself.
"No!" Fan Qingyin also sensed Ye Haochuan's strangeness at this moment and reached out to stop him.
Fan Qingyin was certainly not without anger, but she also knew that if Ye Haochuan really acted, they would be truly exposed.
"What? Still want to resist?" The fat man sneered at Ye Haochuan and then said to an attendant beside him, "Go, chop that man into pieces and feed him to this bunch of riffraff around here."
"Yes, Young Master!"
The attendant's eyes were full of excitement, laughing strangely as he approached Ye Haochuan, and as he walked, he said to the people around him, "Today you get to feast, shouldn't you be thankful to Young Master Yong?"
The people around him listened and actually bowed to the fat man.
