"Bastards! You useless trash, you're actually no match for this guy. All of you get lost! Let my second uncle handle it!"
At this moment, Wang Mang suddenly spoke. Lin Fei's heart jolted—Wang Mang actually had a second uncle? How had he never heard of this?
Just then, a voice came from the treetop. "Brat, accept your punishment!"
Lin Fei had just tilted his head up when he saw a gigantic iron cage drop from the sky, slamming down right over him, pinning him underneath and trapping him inside with no way out!
"Hahaha! This iron cage of mine is a Treasure—you can't possibly open it, you'll just be wasting your strength!" A middle‑aged man appeared, his looks rather comical: high cheekbones, two thin mustaches, and sunken eyes filled with vicious gloom.
"Who are you? Why are you helping a traitorous beast like him?"
Lin Fei looked at this middle‑aged man, and the middle‑aged man was staring back at Lin Fei as well, only his gaze was filled with killing intent.
