Qing Fengzi chose to compromise: "What exactly do you want?"
"Take a look at your back, isn't there a tear?"
Qing Fengzi's face changed drastically: "You even know about the tattoo of the three-headed snake on my back."
"What do you think?" Yang Fan asked casually.
With a murderous gaze, Qing Fengzi looked at Yang Fan. He truly did not understand, who is this kid really? Why is he so clear about the events twenty-five years ago? "Stop, kid."
"In your dreams." With that, Yang Fan kicked toward Qing Fengzi. "Also, I have something to tell you, don't overuse your True Qi, otherwise, a minor slip-up, and the three-headed snake on your back will be exposed to everyone. If that happens, everyone will know that the renowned Qing Fengzi was actually a bandit twenty-five years ago. If this news spreads, do you think it will have explosive effects?"
Qing Fengzi dodged swiftly, suppressing the anger within, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked at Yang Fan, now on the other side.
