Tang Yuan stared at Ling Han, his eyes filled with rage.
He could not imagine that a subordinate actually dared to disobey his command and turn hostile against him without any hesitation.
Had he devoured the courage of a Ninth Heaven Celestial King?
Tang Yuan asked menacingly, “Li Long, do you know what you are doing?”
Peng!
A punch instantly landed on his face, and the person who had moved was naturally Ling Han.
Tang Yuan was furious, but before he had managed to make any threats, a large hand was already gripping his neck and wringing it tightly. In fact, even his bones were cracking loudly. A frightening martial intent surged out, causing him to become extremely weak. He couldn’t even breathe, and felt extremely suffocated. It was really possible that he would die of suffocation.
A boundless chill rose up inside him. Ling Han really would kill him, he really would.
Ling Han smiled slightly. “Don’t be mistaken. I have never been your subordinate! Listen here, I can continue to go to the tournament, and I can also give up my salary, but do not come and disturb me. Otherwise, Luo Yang’s end will also be yours!”
