"Kid, you came to my arena to steal my man, and you even killed my men..."
"Isn't that too unreasonable?"
Lu Yuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man in a black suit in front of everyone!
Behind the middle-aged man, there was a large group of underlings!
Lu Yuan estimated that there should be over a hundred of them!
However, Lu Yuan was not flustered at all. He raised his lance and said to the middle-aged man, "You said Balon is your man? Did you sign a contract? You can't say that he belongs to the arena just because he fought here, right?"
"Also, so what if there is a contract?"
"In this chaotic city, I make the rules!"
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and said to Lu Yuan, "Kid, don't be arrogant just because you are doing not bad. There are many people in this chaotic city who can kill you, I'm one of them!"