Fang Tianyuan's words were extremely domineering, with a completely commanding attitude and tone, leaving no room for negotiation. Duan Lingfeng sat in his seat, frowning, his expression gloomy and silent.
At this moment, all Duan Lingfeng could do was delay for more time, hoping that Ye Feng could bring reinforcements quickly.
Within Heavenly Dragon Town, there was a secret force cultivated by Duan Lingfeng. Even if it couldn't kill Fang Tianyuan and his group, it could at least intimidate them, preventing them from acting recklessly.
Therefore, what Duan Lingfeng needed to do now was to stall for time, delaying until Ye Feng arrived.
Very soon, three minutes had passed, and Fang Tianyuan looked at Duan Lingfeng, asking, "Duan Lingfeng, how about it, have you made up your mind? My patience has its limits. As long as you hand over the power to me, I guarantee not to harm a hair on your head."
