"I need to save you now. Before I arrive, you all must kneel down sincerely!"
Ding Zheng's voice on the phone sounded somewhat deep, undoubtedly intimidating.
Ding Yang couldn't believe it: "Brother, are you crazy? You want me to kneel to that thug?"
"That's Master Ye!"
Ding Zhen repeated, "If you haven't knelt down by the time I arrive, even if Master Ye lets you go, I'll break your legs!"
Ding Yang's face was no longer incredulous. Instead, it was a dull, strange angle of his bent arm, constantly pricking his nerves, preventing him from displaying any more emotion on his face.
On the other hand, Su Xingwei's pupils shrank after a period of rapid contraction, a ripple spreading downwards. Just hang up the phone, and it unconsciously slipped from his palm, followed by a "crack" as it hit the ground, falling into silence.
