This was their Mr. Guo, Guo Zifan! What an identity! He's the Martial Association President's own nephew! Moreover, he was deeply favored by the President. In an instant, the eyes of the Martial Association members turned blood-red, one by one, like those of wild beasts. With Guo Zifan dead, how could they possibly go back and report this?
Damn it. Ma Shichang had already shot up from his chair, his profound eyes like two black holes capable of swallowing everything. He guessed it. This person was very likely the one they had been searching for all along. What he never could have imagined, though, was that this person was so young. Looking at him, he's probably not even thirty years old, right?
"Attack!"
Two of the Elders, completely consumed by rage, charged forward with ferocious expressions. They were going to tear Chen Yang limb from limb.
Ma Shichang's expression changed drastically. "Everyone, stop!" he hurriedly shouted.
However, he was half a step too late.
BOOM!
