These people were all dressed in dark blue clothes. They stood on both sides, watching the entrance.
A tall young man walked in. Behind him, two other young men supported the fat youth.
At this moment, half of the fat youth's face was a bloody, mangled mess.
This made everyone's pupils shrink. 'To pulp the face of a True Essence Ninth Layer expert with a single slap... how vicious must he be?!'
Gazing at the blood-drenched face, the crowd subconsciously touched their own cheeks.
"Brother Rong, it was that kid!"
The fat youth pointed at Ye Wushuang, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.
Nan Rong's gaze had already fallen upon the trio. His eyes burned with scorching desire, especially when he saw Yangg Qing'er.
"You dare strike a member of my Nan Family? You must be tired of living." Nan Rong finally shifted his gaze to Ye Wushuang, and his eyes instantly turned sharp and severe.
"The Nan Family?"
