Wang Jing sighed. He wanted to persuade Qin Fang to back down, but things had gone too far. There was nothing he could do.
He could only ask, "Young Master Shen, do you have any objections?"
Shen Han's chest felt so tight it was about to explode. The veins on his forehead throbbed violently, as if they might burst at any second.
He even felt the world begin to spin... In that moment, he felt as if he'd been stripped naked and thrown out onto the street.
An unprecedented sense of humiliation gnawed ferociously at his once-proud heart.
He glared at Qin Fang on the platform like a cornered beast. Qin Fang watched him with a casual air, and when their crazed gazes met, Qin Fang's expression didn't even flicker. Instead, he broke into a grin.
Shen Han could no longer hold back. With a roar, he launched himself into the air, clearing over forty meters in a single bound to land directly on the platform.
"Die!!!"
