Scold You to Your Face All the Same!

Miracle Hand Parlor's front door was directly blasted into smithereens.

Inside the hall was a mess. All kinds of spirit medicines were scattered everywhere.

The shopkeeper hid at one side and did not even dare to breathe loudly.

The pressure emitting off of Tang Rui's body made him shudder.

"Call Ye Yuan out! Today, this Miracle Hand Parlor is going to disappear from the south city!" Tang Rui said coolly.

Right at this time, a group of people suddenly poured in. The one in the lead was the Thunderclap Gang's chief head, Xing Guan.

When Xing Guan saw Tang Rui, his complexion could not help turning pale. But he still forcefully calmed down and said with clasped hands, "This lord, I wonder what my Miracle Hand Parlor has done wrong, to actually startle the Martial Tower!"

Tang Rui glanced at him and said disdainfully, "A mere ant, what qualifications do you have to question this divine lord? Scram!"