Without further ado, Wang Hu brought his men and rushed over.
In the busiest commercial street of Capital City, crowds bustled, with an endless stream of passersby coming and going.
A group of people abruptly appeared, encircling Ning Fan in the center, causing the surrounding pedestrians to sense their menacing Evil Qi and scatter in all directions.
Leading them was Wang Hu, dressed in black, striding with an air of authority, his gaze contemptuous, exuding the aura of a grand commander.
He walked up to Ning Fan and said from above, "Kid, are you Ning Fan?"
"Is there a problem?"
"Someone asked me to take care of you." Wang Hu clenched his fists tightly, a cruel smile spreading across his face, "I'm giving you two choices now."
"First, break your own arms and legs."
"Second, I do it for you."
The underlings also stepped forward in response, all of them eyeing Ning Fan eagerly, just waiting for Wang Hu's command to strike.
"This young man has actually offended Wang Hu."