Without the slightest power to resist, Yang Fanzhou had been hoisted over a blazing fire by the crowd. His expression shifted like the unpredictable summer sky, all smiles one moment, dark clouds the next, then filled with endless sorrow...
"Ahem, ahem... since things have come to this, today I shall... cough, cough..."
Enduring the searing pain in his body, Yang Fanzhou struggled to his feet, trying to display his usual imposing presence. Yet halfway through his words, he suddenly seemed to choke on something and coughed up several mouthfuls of bright red blood.
Immediately afterward, his steps grew terribly unsteady. He stumbled, then fell straight toward the ground.
"Cousin! What on earth happened to you? Did someone secretly strike you down?
"Who was it? Who the hell did this?"
Seeing this, Yang Fanyuan burned with anxiety and demanded answers in a furious voice.
Meanwhile, his gaze swiftly swept over everyone present before settling on Ying Ming Hao. Without hesitation, he declared, "Ying Ming Hao, you must have ambushed my cousin!
"Well, well! You despicable, shameless, utterly vile scoundrel! You knew perfectly well that my cousin's strength was unmatched, yet you dared strike first and use such sinister, treacherous methods to ambush him. You've thrown away every last scrap of shame!
"Hmph! Luckily, I still have a few incredibly precious, superior-quality pills. Just wait a little while. Once my cousin's injuries heal, he'll make you pay! Let's see how arrogant you can be then!"
Sitting on the cold, hard ground, Yang Fanzhou's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, so violently that his eyes seemed liable to leap out of their sockets at any moment.
He had actually planned to pretend he was seriously injured to escape this crisis, but who could have imagined that this oblivious Yang Fanyuan would wreck his plan outright!