Looking at the shattered pieces on the ground, Fang Liang felt an impending sense of doom.
Because with these things gone, he had no way to explain himself to Lord Bishop when he returned!
Could it be that this Chairman Li before him never intended to cooperate with him, and it was all just wishful thinking on his part?
"Li, Chairman Li, please, let, let me go."
His voice trembled.
At this point, even if Li Ping spared him, he couldn't go back to the Black Demon Sect.
He would even be hunted down by the members of the sect.
Yet he still didn't want to die, even if it meant becoming a fugitive.
Chen Fan glanced at him and then, like lightning, touched his body with a fingertip.
"Thud!"
Fang Liang's body fell backward.
His eyes were full of resentment.
"Let you go? Did you spare the ordinary people you killed when they begged you like this?"
Chen Fan sneered.
In the end, these people brought their doom upon themselves.
