A gloomy light flashed in his eyes, Xu Haotian directly grasped the hand that Yang Gang extended.
Xu Haotian cracked a smile, subtly putting strength in his grip, his face squeezing out a smile resembling a chrysanthemum.
He seemed to have already envisioned the scene of Yang Gang begging on his knees.
But soon, he felt something ominous, why was his hand suddenly hurting more and more?
The chrysanthemum-like smile on his face gradually withered, and sweat began to seep from his forehead.
Under the dumbfounded eyes of everyone, Xu Haotian directly knelt on the ground, begging, "Big brother, I was wrong, please let me go?"
Damn it!
What's happening? Wasn't the scenario supposed to be Yang Gang on his knees begging for mercy?
Why has it reversed?
"Ah!" Xu Haotian let out another heartbreaking scream: "Young Master Yang, father, ancestor, I was wrong, can you please spare me?"
Yang Gang laughed innocently but had no intention of letting Xu Haotian go.