Liang Yi lowered his head and couldn't help but laugh.
Although this young master is fat, he is quite tall; sprawled on the ground, he still takes up quite some space, now writhing in pain from his broken fingers.
The more Liang Yi looked at him, the more he resembled a big fat snake that had drunk fake liquor spiked with realgar, wriggling quite rhythmically.
"From the Lu Family?"
First, Liang Yi waved to the Wind God Commerce guards, signaling them to not intervene yet, and then shot an ice Daoist Skill at Lu Zhengzhen's broken fingers to stop him from screaming like a slaughtered pig.
"From the Lu Family?" just now the ID has been shown on Liang Yi's screen, displaying the name of the person before him.
"You've got guts, kid, to mess with someone from the Lu Family in Immortal City," Lu Zhengzhen glared fiercely, his tone cruel, his words filled with hatred.
