Lin Kuang wasn't being arrogant; this was simply what he truly believed. Regardless of the Fan Family's background or the extent of their power, Lin Kuang didn't care. His only concern was Fan Bingbing.
If Lin Kuang truly dreaded the Fan Family, he wouldn't have killed one of their members. Since he dared to do so, it proved he didn't care about the Fan Family, nor did he fear their retaliation.
He had clawed his way here through a storm of blood, surviving countless near-death crises and hails of gunfire. What had Lin Kuang ever been afraid of? If he didn't fear death itself, why would he fear the threats of a single family?
Hearing Lin Kuang's words, the smile vanished from Fan Molun's face, replaced by an icy indifference that crept into his eyes.
"Very well," Fan Molun said, his tone flat. "It seems you insist on being my enemy, the enemy of my Fan Family, is that correct?"
