Ouyang Yan immediately fell to the ground. He wanted to support himself with his right hand, but found it empty, causing him to crash directly onto the ground.
"My arm... my arm... Lin Fan, you... you!"
"Want to seek revenge on me? I'm always ready."
Lin Fan said with a cold sneer, looking down at him with a condescending attitude, not regarding Ouyang Yan at all.
Ouyang Yan was suppressed by such a formidable presence, although filled with anger, he could only forcibly suppress his unrest.
Because he knew Lin Fan was someone he couldn't afford to provoke.
Simply disabling one of his arms and sparing his life was already the greatest mercy.
If he dared to speak like this to Dongmen Buju, he might have died hundreds or thousands of times by now.
Ouyang Yan took a deep breath, trembling as he climbed to his feet and knelt on the ground.
"I dare not."
He knelt before Lin Fan in complete submission, not daring to harbor any thoughts of offending him again.
But.
