"Attack! First, gouge out his eyes!" In the valley, Nalan Feng screamed at the security guards, his face twisted with madness.
Being beaten in front of so many people was an utter humiliation Nalan Feng could not endure. He could already imagine the news spreading throughout Yang City by morning. How could he possibly save face?
Thinking of this, Nalan Feng's gaze toward Wu Tian filled with venom. He was going to teach Wu Tian a lesson—that some people could not be offended. He would make him understand his place.
As Nalan Feng's fury intensified, the security guards could only sigh and advance toward Wu Tian. Their eyes were full of reluctance, but they knew that if they disobeyed, they would likely forfeit their own lives. With that in mind, the guards had no choice but to attack.
"Can this group of security guards even defeat that Wu Tian?" Lin Tianlong asked from the sidelines.
