Qin Long's brow twitched. A murderous intent surged within him.
"Kid, let me tell you some good news," Wang Ming said, looking down at Qin Long with contempt. "At the Tang Family's fiftieth-anniversary banquet on September 19th, I'm going to personally confess my feelings to Xuewu. The old man is giving me his full support. Do you think I'll succeed? I refuse to believe she would choose a broke, crippled dog over me."
This time, he was determined to make Azure Dragon lose all face and be kicked out of the Tang Family for good.
"Tang Xuewu's figure is top-notch," he continued with a sinister grin. "Too bad you won't get to enjoy her. Don't worry, I'll enjoy her thoroughly in your stead. I'll make sure she's screaming with pleasure..."
The next second, Qin Long suddenly struck, slamming a fist into Wang Ming's chest.
CRACK!
Wang Ming's ribs snapped, and he let out a miserable cry. The overwhelming force brought him to his knees as he coughed up mouthfuls of blood.
