A group of people pleaded for mercy while pushing all the blame onto Yang Wei.
Hearing Yang Wei's name, Zhou Xianren suddenly awoke, excitedly shouting, "Zhou Dafu, standing behind us is the Yang Family. When Young Master Yang arrives, you'll see."
"Is that so?"
Zhou Dafu chuckled sinisterly, glancing at Chu Batian beside him.
Chu Batian nodded slightly, and then several Poison Sect disciples suddenly carried a person in.
Everyone looked over and saw the person lying on the stretcher was Yang Wei. His face was pale, and a red stain spread across his crotch, seemingly crippled again, and he had already passed out.
"Is this the Young Master Yang you were talking about?"
Zhou Dafu looked playfully at Zhou Xianren, "This bastard tried to insult my sister, and now he's turned into a cripple. He brought this on himself."
"How could this be?"
Zhou Xianren's eyes widened in shock.
