Digging a Trap, Beating Someone Up

Pan Hu was astonished. Was Ling Han trying to stir up trouble?

This was the manor of the City Lord, and it was also Feng Ruoxian's birthday banquet. If he ruined the atmosphere at this time, how could the City Lord spare him so easily?

Even if you were being favored now, you shouldn't be so unrestrained.

No matter what kind of natural talent you possessed in alchemy, you would still need to depend on an elite, and definitely mustn't lose yourself in your conceit.

He hurriedly chased after him, but Ling Han's legs were long. Pa, pa, pa! He couldn't catch up at all.

"Brother Yan!" Ling Han stopped right in front of Yan Jun.

Yan Jun's eyes involuntarily flashed, and the gaze he directed at Ling Han was filled with fury.

The day before yesterday, he had been scolded by the Hell Organization again. In fact, they had even threatened to kill him, because he had provided false information again.