Chen Bin was nearly driven to death by his own foolish henchman. Had he known this would happen, why would he bother coming to Ye Ming's house to be humiliated?
"How dare a greenhorn like him demand that I plead for mercy and admit my wrongs? Does he really think that such meager tactics are enough to deal with me? Hmph!" Chen Bin snorted coldly, hope once again flaring in his heart.
"Just you wait, Ye Ming. Our business is far from over! Once I find Old Qin and he introduces me to that master who can cure me, I will make sure you pay a price far more excruciating!"
He cursed venomously at the door, his voice rising loud and clear. In his heart, he had already decided to offer a hefty bounty for Ye Ming's assassination by skilled fighters from all over as soon as he recovered.
The reward would have to be at least three to four million at the minimum! A hefty bounty was sure to attract brave souls, and Ye Ming's death would be certain.