Manager Wang sneered coldly, "With just you, you dare to fight me? Truly overestimating yourself!"
Manager Wang suddenly flung a cluster of energy, only to have it fly towards the man.
Bang!
The man was blown backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He had just recovered from his illness and hadn't fully regained his strength; coupled with his cultivation being unable to compare with the strength of the middle-class Divine Race, he was utterly defenseless.
"Like trash. Killing you would dirty my hands. I'll spare your miserable life, so you can watch how our Wang Family will torture your benefactor."
After saying this, Manager Wang turned and left.
The man clutched his chest.
Yet he was helpless, unable to charge forward to continue fighting desperately. All he could do was go back and properly recuperate.
Struggling to his feet, he headed into the depths of the slums.
