Super War God in the City

Lying on the ground with a face ashen as death, Sang Yang’s eyes suddenly lit up with hope, "Father... Father has come?"

Sang Yang, enduring the excruciating pain in his chest, gritted his teeth and called out, "Dad, Dad, I want him dead!"

Each word he uttered caused a severe pain in his chest, and he looked at his father, Sang Zhigang, with an earnest expression.

"Damn, this guy wouldn’t dare to confront Sang Zhigang as well, would he? He’s really asking for trouble!" The onlookers felt their hearts rapidly thumping, and their blood pressure rising.

Normally, they would never have the opportunity to admire Sang Zhigang so closely; such a big shot in ancient times would have been a king ruling over his own territory.

In front of Sang Zhigang, no one dared to breathe a word, everyone holding their breath and watching the scene unfold with rapt attention.

Feng Shu Ya and the other two women suddenly felt the pressure mounting; these were masters they wouldn’t even dare to think about under normal circumstances, yet Ling Fan had managed to beat up his son, and not lightly at that.

Xiao Chubing had just come down and didn’t know the specifics of what had happened, but from the look of the situation, even a fool could guess that Ling Fan had made a powerful enemy.

Moreover, the adversary was such an important figure; it was almost unimaginable. His daring shocked her; she was now curious to know if, in Huaxia, there was anyone Ling Fan wouldn’t dare to provoke!

Rom and Linda stood on the side with complex expressions. They knew something about Sang Zhigang; how could they not know about such an important local figure while doing business in Central Sea?

Although they had their reservations, they didn’t harbor much fear. Just send a few people to assassinate him in secret, and who would know it was their doing?

"Hmph, dare to threaten Beiming, the Hell Idlers are not to be trifled with!" Kern sneered coldly as he glanced at Sang Zhigang.

"You bastard, just now you were showing off your abilities. Now that Lord Sang has personally arrived, let’s see you act tough again!" Tan Hao sneered coldly.

Even Shen Wenshi looked disdainful. They may not have much to say to an opponent, but this youngster dared to show disrespect to Sang Zhigang; it was utterly ridiculous.

"I advise you to give it up. Take your son and teach him well!" Ling Fan glanced at the other party and spoke indifferently.

Sang Zhigang looked over in response to the voice and saw Ling Fan’s handsome figure, his heart tightening. Could this young man in front of him have a terrifying background?

"You are..." Sang Zhigang was somewhat incredulous and cautiously double-checked.

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"That’s right, I am the Ling Fan you’re looking for!" Ling Fan interjected directly.

Having confirmed Ling Fan’s identity, Sang Zhigang took a deep breath and hurriedly walked toward Ling Fan. @@novelbin@@

"Cough, cough... Father, are you going to avenge me?" Sang Yang’s eyes brimmed with eager anticipation and excitement.

"Damn, you like to show off, let’s see how you beg for mercy on your knees. We’ll see whether your mouth or your life is harder!" Tan Hao couldn’t help but curse.

Peng Xiong didn’t dare to breathe heavily on the side, his forehead sweating with nervousness. Facing Sang Zhigang, he didn’t dare to be presumptuous, unsure whether Peng Ming had real confidence or was just bluffing.

"You little brat, tell me, what kind of background does your friend have? Are you really sure about dealing with Sang Zhigang?" Peng Xiong whispered.

Peng Ming hesitated slightly upon hearing this, "That... my boss should be confident, at least he is fearless. At worst, we can just pack up and leave!"

He had his suspicions about the phone call Ling Fan had made earlier. Although he was on good terms with Ling Fan, he didn’t know everything about him.

But he was certain of one thing: the mighty War Emperor Beiming would not be troubled by a mere Sang Zhigang.

Peng Xiong, of course, was unaware of this and couldn’t help but want to kick Peng Ming again. What nonsense was this kid talking about, just pack up and leave?

He couldn’t help but grumble internally, "Damn it, it sounds so easy for you to say. Once you’re done here, you can leave, but where can the Tianlong Business Association run off to?"

If they couldn’t find Ling Fan, wouldn’t all their frustration be taken out on him? Thinking of this, his forehead began to feel dark.

At this moment, Sang Zhigang had already approached Ling Fan.

"What do you think, will this kid end up kneeling and begging for mercy?" Someone in the crowd suddenly muttered.

"No matter what happens next, he still stands unshaken right now. Such strong composure; indeed, he knows how to keep up appearances every second, an intriguing person indeed!" Another person chuckled lightly, it was unclear whether it was derogatory or complimentary.

"But to be honest, I’ve been to the south, stormed the north, but I’ve never seen anyone so ignorant of their place as this one before."

"Aside from being a madman, I really can’t think of anything else!" Another person couldn’t help but shake their head in judgment.

Sweat broke out in Xiao Chubing’s palms as she heard the surrounding comments, and it would be a lie to say she wasn’t worried.

Amidst the crowd’s eager, hopeful, and anxious gazes, Sang Zhigang approached Ling Fan and respectfully nodded his head.

He wanted to bow deeply, but his status and pride, especially in front of so many people, made it difficult for him to do something that would lower his dignity too much.

"Young Master Ling, my son was blind and ignorant. I hope you can be magnanimous. I won’t have any involvement in today’s matter, and I will bear no grudges over the issue with Sang Yang!" Sang Zhigang said earnestly.

Ling Fan glanced at Sang Zhigang, knowing it was quite rare for this guy to show such an attitude. As long as the other party knew the score, Ling Fan hadn’t intended to make things too difficult for Sang Zhigang, given his special status.

Even though dealing with him might not necessarily lead to any trouble from higher up, he didn’t want to owe that kind of favor.

"Hmm, I don’t like to stir up trouble, but I’m also not afraid of it.

Since you’ve said so, you can take the person with you, but if your son bumps into me again, sorry, you know what will happen!" Ling Fan said to Sang Zhigang, his gaze steady and his voice indifferent.

"Hiss~"

Witnessing this scene, everyone was stunned and gasped in shock.

The conversation between the two completely overturned everyone’s expectations. Damn, even Sang Zhigang backed down?

Many felt dizzy, the shock too overwhelming; they had never experienced such a jolt in their lives!

Tan Hao sat on the ground, nearly biting off his tongue, his eyes bulging like glass marbles as his brain went blank with a roar.

Shen Wenshi was also staring blankly, feeling as if they had messed with Horses’ Fortune, a headache even for the Jade Emperor!

Peng Ming stood by with a foolish grin, knowing all along that the boss was the most awesome. He certainly didn’t disappoint.

Peng Xiong beside him was gobsmacked. This damn Peng Ming knew such a friend? Forget being Peng Ming’s boss, he could be his boss!

Xiao Chubing and the other women were also dumbstruck. Just how powerful was this guy’s background for even Sang Zhigang to bow his head?!

Not to mention anyone else, Xiao Chubing herself felt an indescribable taste in her heart. She had been holding a rare treasure in her hands, yet had treated it like a worthless stone for two years, even thinking about divorcing the guy every single day!

Lately, she had continually overestimated Ling Fan’s background, but every time she faced a situation, she found that Ling Fan’s actions constantly challenged her estimates, time and time again!

Kern watched the scene quietly, knowing the Mysterious Emperor’s network was complex. In Huaxia, a special country, Ling Beiming could exert extraordinary influence, appearing out of reach to others.

The desire in his heart to obtain the list of old members from Ling Fan grew stronger, and Linda looked at Ling Fan with admiration.

She had followed Ling Fan and then returned to Kern, but she had to admit, when it came to personal charisma, Kern was nowhere near the Mysterious Emperor, not by a long shot.

Sang Yang, who lay on the ground with an earnest face, was struck as if by lightning when he saw what happened, his soul thrown into chaos.

He simply could not understand how his father, who he always regarded as omnipotent and supreme, would kowtow to this bumpkin today!

"No, it must be an illusion, it must be an illusion. Father couldn’t possibly kowtow to him, impossible... pfft..." Sang Yang’s eyes were empty as he muttered to himself until, finally, out of extreme rage, he couldn’t help but spurt out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Facing Ling Fan’s warning, Sang Zhigang took a deep breath and nodded firmly, "Don’t worry, Young Master Ling, I’ll remember your words. If there’s nothing else, I will take that undutiful brat of mine and leave."

"Go ahead," Ling Fan nodded.

"What about Tan Tianlei, how did he handle things!" Just then, another arrogant voice came from the entrance.

Subsequently, two young men and an older man appeared at the doorway. Everyone turned at the sound, once again startled, wondering which big shot had arrived now.

Even Sang Zhigang, who had just started to move, stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look, but his expression shifted slightly when he saw the young figure among them.

"The Third Young Master of the Long Family, Long Tianyu, is also here?" Sang Zhigang inwardly gasped.