"Kill!"
Ye Guichen did not waste any words.
To him, there was no need for further talk.
Everything that needed to be said had been said long ago.
Ye Guichen raised his hand, his eyes radiating a coldness from the depths of hell.
Ning Anbang was utterly desperate.
He knew that saying anything more now would be futile.
Winner becomes a king, loser becomes a villain.
Especially since Ning Xiu Cheng had been crippled, what else could the Ning Family rely on?
"Daddy, daddy."
At that moment, a foolish voice sounded.
A plump man in his thirties staggered out from the room at the back.
The man's appearance was casual, but the expression on his face could not hide his stupidity.
Ning Chengwen.
Ning Anbang's foolish son and Ning Chengyuan's older brother.
