Jiang Lang's face was ashen! Sun Yang was an existence whose status was so far beyond his own it was immeasurable.
And now, what did he see?
Sun Yang was actually being so courteous to Lin Mo.
It's over!
That was the first thought that sprang to Jiang Lang's mind. He never would have imagined that a teenager of merely seventeen or eighteen could wield such great power.
Even if he cracked his head open, he couldn't understand how he had fallen victim to someone so young, a high school student at that.
He was filled with regret, but alas, there was no medicine for hindsight!
Several middle-aged men looked at him as if he were a fool, and one of them said to him without any courtesy:
"Jiang Lang, do you realize whom you've provoked?"
"See for yourself!"
After saying this, the middle-aged man threw a cell phone in front of Jiang Lang.