"Who dares to be so bold as to seize someone from our Wind and Thunder Martial Arts Hall?"
At this moment, a fiery voice came through. With a bang, a bearded man stormed in, his face full of anger, and said, "Hall Master, you must give the order immediately. I'll take people with me to destroy him. How dare an Eighth Grade Martial Artist act so outrageously!"
Lei Yucheng quickly reassured him, "Master Li, please calm down, this matter needs further discussion..."
"What is there to discuss? That kid is practically riding on our shoulders, and I won't suffer this indignity."
Master Li snorted and glared, showing no respect.
Lei Yucheng saw that he was being completely disregarded, his face turning somewhat grim.
However, he also knew that Li Xiangrong was his most cherished nephew, and now that he was being held hostage, naturally, he was anxious.
At this moment, Lei Zhenguang, who had been sitting quietly, spoke up, rebuking, "Old Li, why do you still have such a fiery temper?"
