"Wait, what did you just call him?"
As Ah Fu spoke, Xia Bingbing's heart shuddered, and she couldn't help but glance at Lin Fan. If it were anyone else, the marrow could easily be reclaimed, but this concerned the Ying family's second young master, Ying Rufeng. That was none other than the famous Ru Feng War God, the current Deputy Commander of the Hulin Guard on the Northern Front. Not to mention, he was Lin Fan's half-brother. If Lin Fan got involved, it would mean a complete and utter falling out between the brothers.
"You—you're saying he's Ying Bufan? Impossible! That's absolutely impossible! My good brother Ying Bufan has been dead for seven years; the grass on his grave is already waist-high!" Fatty Chu's small eyes went wide as he shook his head desperately, as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Hmph, you must be Chu Guoxiong from the Chu family, right? I advise you not to get involved. This isn't a mess you kids can wade into," Ah Fu scowled, his voice deep and menacing.
