At this moment.
HUFF... HUFF... HUFF...
The drunken ghost, Shang, was overcome with rage, his eyes filled with resentment.
He tried to get up, but all the bones in his body were broken. He strained with all his might but remained sprawled on the floor like a dead dog.
Desperate to save face, Shang gritted his teeth, his expression twisting menacingly. "My dad is the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Ghost City, a top-tier Crimson-robed Ghost!"
"—You're digging your own graves! If you hurt me, he won't let any of you go!!"
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH... You... just wait to be thrown... thrown in prison, to die in a sunless cell!"
Hearing this, Yun Zhenyue instinctively glanced over at Si.
An immense wave of anger suddenly washed over the young woman's already frigid expression!
'The more this drunken ghost throws his connections around to act tough...'
'...the more it feels like a slap in my face!'
