Thump thump thump thump...
Yuan Wugang kowtowed without hesitation.
"I didn't do it on purpose, big brother Ning, Mr. Ning, I really know I was wrong. If I ever dare to look at your girlfriend again, you can blind my eyes. Please let me go, I beg you..."
As he spoke, he continued to plead.
That instant had given him a true taste of the breath of death.
What was begging compared to life and death? What was kneeling? What were kowtows?
"It seems the so-called Martial Sects are just so-so, 'Great Disciple of the Baji Gate'?"
Ning Fan shook his head in disdain, "Get lost."
"Yes, yes, thank you, Mr. Ning, for sparing my life."
Yuan Wugang, feeling like he had been granted amnesty, scrambled up and ran off, soon disappearing from sight.
"Ning Fan, I've caused you trouble again by making another enemy. I'm sorry." Xu Yourong looked somewhat sorrowful as she spoke.
"Miss Xu, is it the fault of a person if they are bitten by a mad dog?" Ning Fan comforted her.