"Putting on airs."
Ye Lin gave a disdainful smile and slowly raised his right hand, clawing at the void. Four sharp sounds rang out, and the next moment, a faint scent of blood drifted through the air.
The four men in black had all been crushed to death in Ye Lin's grasp.
"Xiao Lin, grab him and let's go. I want to see what the Nangong Family has become in the years I've been gone."
"Such a foul, smoke-choked mess—does no one govern it?"
After Nangong Yunlan spoke, Ye Lin beckoned with one hand, and the young man was immediately seized and held in Ye Lin's grip like a chick.
"My grandfather is the Third Elder of the Nangong Family! What are you trying to do? Let me go! Let me go!"
The young man struggled constantly in Ye Lin's hand, but the next instant, his head lolled to one side and he fainted.
"Go. Lead the way."
Nangong Yunlan said coldly. The silver-armored guard who had led them earlier respectfully took the lead, scarcely daring to breathe. Young Master Xue truly had terrible luck.
He had gone and run straight into Miss Yunlan.
Back then, Miss Yunlan had been the Nangong Family's number one great demon. No one had dared show her a sour face.
And yet, at their very first meeting, you had dared to be so bold. Admirable, admirable.
Now he was done for. Even if he did not die, he would be stripped of a layer of skin.
Led by the silver-armored guard, the group passed around countless buildings. Along the way, innumerable people stopped to watch. They did not recognize Ye Lin and his group, but they recognized the young man in Ye Lin's hand.
They silently followed behind Ye Lin, interest flashing across their