Hearing Scorpion Yan's words, Shen Haoran froze on the spot. 'This is so unfair! I just sighed to myself and didn't say a word. How did he pin the blame on me?'
BAM! BAM!
A burly middle-aged man stepped out from behind Scorpion Yan, slamming his fists together. The impact sent ripples of force spreading out, a truly imposing sight!
"You little bastard! How dare a fucking pretty boy like you laugh at me? If I don't cripple you today, I'm not a member of the Dragon Scorpion Race!" Scorpion Yan roared in fury. He could stomach the powerful experts around him targeting him, but for this pretty boy to do the same? He was asking for death!
